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Chapter 7 A Mad Tea-Party
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and
the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and
the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over
its head. 'Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; 'only, as it's asleep, I suppose
it doesn't mind.'
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it:
'No room! No room!' they cried out when they saw Alice coming. 'There's PLENTY of room!'
said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large armchair at one end of the table.
'Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. 'I don't see any
wine,' she remarked.
'There isn't any,' said the March Hare.
'Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,' said Alice angrily.
'It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited,' said the March Hare.
'I didn't know it was YOUR table,' said Alice; 'it's laid for a great many more than three.'
'Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time
with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
'You should learn not to make personal remarks,' Alice said with some severity; 'it's very
rude.'
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, 'Why is a raven
like a writing desk?'
'Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they've begun asking riddles.
I believe I can guess that,' she added aloud.
'Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?' said the March Hare.
'Exactly so,' said Alice.
'Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on.
'I do,' Alice hastily replied; 'at least at least I mean what I say that's the same thing,
you know.'
'Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. 'You might just as well say that "I see what
I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!'
'You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, 'that "I like what I get" is the same
thing as "I get what I like"!'
'You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, 'that
"I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'
'It IS the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped,
and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember
about ravens and writing desks, which wasn't much.
The Hatter was the first to break the silence. 'What day of the month is it?' he said, turning
to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking
it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.
Alice considered a little, and then said 'The fourth.'
'Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. 'I told you butter wouldn't suit the works!' he added
looking angrily at the March Hare.
'It was the BEST butter,' the March Hare meekly replied.
'Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,' the Hatter grumbled: 'you shouldn't
have put it in with the bread knife.'
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup
of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to say than his first
remark, 'It was the BEST butter, you know.'
Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. 'What a funny watch!' she
remarked. 'It tells the day of the month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!'
'Why should it?' muttered the Hatter. 'Does YOUR watch tell you what year it is?'
'Of course not,' Alice replied very readily: 'but that's because it stays the same year
for such a long time together.'
'Which is just the case with MINE,' said the Hatter.
Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in
it, and yet it was certainly English. 'I don't quite understand you,' she said, as politely
as she could.
'The Dormouse is asleep again,' said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose.
The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes, 'Of course,
of course; just what I was going to remark myself.'
'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
'No, I give it up,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?'
'I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter.
'Nor I,' said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. 'I think you might do something better with the time,' she said,
'than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.'
'If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, 'you wouldn't talk about wasting IT.
It's HIM.'
'I don't know what you mean,' said Alice.
'Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. 'I dare say you never
even spoke to Time!'
'Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: 'but I know I have to beat time when I learn music.'
'Ah! that accounts for it,' said the Hatter. 'He won't stand beating. Now, if you only
kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance,
suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have
to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half past one, time
for dinner!'
('I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)
'That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully: 'but then I shouldn't be hungry
for it, you know.'
'Not at first, perhaps,' said the Hatter: 'but you could keep it to half past one as
long as you liked.'
'Is that the way YOU manage?' Alice asked.
The Hatter shook his head mournfully. 'Not I!' he replied. 'We quarrelled last March
just before HE went mad, you know' (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) 'it
was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!"
You know the song, perhaps?'
'I've heard something like it,' said Alice.
'It goes on, you know,' the Hatter continued, 'in this way:
"Up above the world you fly, Like a tea tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle"'
Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep 'Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle,
twinkle' and went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop.
'Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' said the Hatter, 'when the Queen jumped up
and bawled out, "He's murdering the time! Off with his head!"'
'How dreadfully savage!' exclaimed Alice.
'And ever since that,' the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, 'he won't do a thing I
ask! It's always six o'clock now.'
A bright idea came into Alice's head. 'Is that the reason so many tea things are put
out here?' she asked.
'Yes, that's it,' said the Hatter with a sigh: 'it's always tea time, and we've no time to
wash the things between whiles.'
'Then you keep moving round, I suppose?' said Alice.
'Exactly so,' said the Hatter: 'as the things get used up.'
'But what happens when you come to the beginning again?' Alice ventured to ask.
'Suppose we change the subject,' the March Hare interrupted, yawning. 'I'm getting tired
of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.'
'I'm afraid I don't know one,' said Alice, rather alarmed at the proposal.
'Then the Dormouse shall!' they both cried. 'Wake up, Dormouse!' And they pinched it on
both sides at once.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. 'I wasn't asleep,' he said in a hoarse, feeble voice:
'I heard every word you fellows were saying.'
'Tell us a story!' said the March Hare.
'Yes, please do!' pleaded Alice.
'And be quick about it,' added the Hatter, 'or you'll be asleep again before it's done.'
'Once upon a time there were three little sisters,' the Dormouse began in a great hurry;
'and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well'
'What did they live on?' said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating
and drinking.
'They lived on treacle,' said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two.
'They couldn't have done that, you know,' Alice gently remarked; 'they'd have been ill.'
'So they were,' said the Dormouse; 'VERY ill.'
Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of living would be like,
but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: 'But why did they live at the bottom of a
well?'
'Take some more tea,' the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
'I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offended tone, 'so I can't take more.'
'You mean you can't take LESS,' said the Hatter: 'it's very easy to take MORE than nothing.'
'Nobody asked YOUR opinion,' said Alice.
'Who's making personal remarks now?' the Hatter asked triumphantly.
Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself to some tea and bread
and butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and repeated her question. 'Why did they live
at the bottom of a well?'
The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then said, 'It was a treacle
well.'
'There's no such thing!' Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March
Hare went 'Sh! sh!' and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, 'If you can't be civil, you'd better
finish the story for yourself.'
'No, please go on!' Alice said very humbly; 'I won't interrupt again. I dare say there
may be ONE.'
'One, indeed!' said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented to go on. 'And so these
three little sisters they were learning to draw, you know '
'What did they draw?' said Alice, quite forgetting her promise.
'Treacle,' said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
'I want a clean cup,' interrupted the Hatter: 'let's all move one place on.'
He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the
Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter
was the only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse
off than before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk jug into his plate.
Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: 'But
I don't understand. Where did they draw the treacle from?'
'You can draw water out of a water well,' said the Hatter; 'so I should think you could
draw treacle out of a treacle well eh, stupid?'
'But they were IN the well,' Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this
last remark.
'Of course they were', said the Dormouse; 'well in.'
This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some time without
interrupting it.
'They were learning to draw,' the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for
it was getting very sleepy; 'and they drew all manner of things everything that begins
with an M '
'Why with an M?' said Alice.
'Why not?' said the March Hare.
Alice was silent.
The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being
pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: 'that begins
with an M, such as mouse traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness you know you say
things are "much of a muchness" did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?'
'Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, 'I don't think'
'Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter.
This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and
walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice
of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call
after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.
'At any rate I'll never go THERE again!' said Alice as she picked her way through the wood.
'It's the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!'
Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into
it. 'That's very curious!' she thought. 'But everything's curious today. I think I may
as well go in at once.' And in she went.
Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little glass table. 'Now,
I'll manage better this time,' she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden
key, and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she went to work nibbling
at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her pocket) till she was about a foot high:
then she walked down the little passage: and THEN she found herself at last in the beautiful
garden, among the bright flower beds and the cool fountains.
End of Chapter
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