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A Mad Tea-Party
"Ah!thataccountsforit,"saidtheHatter. "Hewon’tstandbeating. Now,ifyouonlykeptongoodtermswithhim,he’ddoalmostanythingyoulikedwiththeclock. Forinstance,supposeitwerenineo’clockinthemorning,justtimetobeginlessons: you’donlyhavetowhisperahinttoTime,androundgoestheclockinatwinkling! Half-pastone,timefordinner!"
("Ionlywishitwas,"theMarchHaresaidtoitselfinawhisper.)
"Thatwouldbegrand,certainly,"saidAlicethoughtfully: "butthen—Ishouldn’tbehungryforit,youknow."
"Notatfirst,perhaps,"saidtheHatter: "butyoucouldkeepittohalf-pastoneaslongasyouliked."
"Isthatthewayyoumanage? "Aliceasked.
TheHattershookhisheadmournfully. "NotI!" hereplied. "WequarreledlastMarch—justbeforehewentmad,youknow—"(pointingwithhisteaspoonattheMarchHare,)" —itwasatthegreatconcertgivenbytheQueenofHearts,andIhadtosing.
‘Twinkle,twinkle,littlebat!
HowIwonderwhatyou’reat!’
Youknowthesong,perhaps?"
"I’veheardsomethinglikeit,"saidAlice.
"Itgoeson,youknow,"theHattercontinued,"inthisway:—