“I suppose so,” said Alice\n“Well, then,” the Cat went on, “you see, a dog growls when it’s angry,\nand wags its tail when it’s pleased\nNow _I_ growl when I’m pleased,\nand wag my tail when I’m angry\n“_I_ call it purring, not growling,” said Alice\n“Call it what you like,” said the Cat\nAlice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer\nWhile she was looking at the place where it had been,\nit suddenly appeared again\n“By-the-bye, what became of the baby?” said the Cat\n“It turned into a pig,” Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back\n“I thought it would,” said the Cat, and vanished again\n“Did you say pig, or fig?” said the Cat\nI’ve often seen a cat without a grin,” thought Alice; “but a\nI almost wish I’d gone to see the Hatter instead!”\nNo room!” they cried out when they saw\n“There’s _plenty_ of room!” said Alice indignantly, and\nshe sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table\n“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in an encouraging tone\nAlice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea\n“I don’t see any wine,” she remarked\n“There isn’t any,” said the March Hare\n“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,” said Alice angrily\n“It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said\n“I didn’t know it was _your_ table,” said Alice; “it’s laid for a great\nmany more than three.”\n“Your hair wants cutting,” said the Hatter\nHe had been looking at\nAlice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first\nbegun asking riddles.—I believe I can guess that,” she added aloud\n“Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?” said\n“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on\n“I do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least—at least I mean what I\nsay—that’s the same thing, you know.”\n“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter\nThe Hatter was the first to break the silence\nAlice considered a little, and then said “The fourth.”\n“Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter\n“I told you butter wouldn’t suit\nthe works!” he added looking angrily at the March Hare\n“It was the _best_ butter,” the March Hare meekly replied\nfunny watch!” she remarked\n“It tells the day of the month, and doesn’t\ntell what o’clock it is!”\n“Why should it?” muttered the Hatter\nAlice felt dreadfully puzzled, The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no\nsort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English\nunderstand you,” she said, as politely as she could\n“The Dormouse is asleep again,” said the Hatter, and he poured a little\n