hot tea upon its nose\n“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “what’s the answer?”\n“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter\n“I don’t know what you mean,” said Alice\n“Of course you don’t!” the Hatter said, tossing his head\n“I dare say you never even spoke to Time!”\n“Perhaps not,” Alice cautiously replied: “but I know I have to beat\ntime when I learn music.”\nthat accounts for it,” said the Hatter\nNow, if you only kept on good terms with him, he’d do almost anything\nyou liked with the clock\nThe Hatter shook his head mournfully\nHow I wonder what you’re at!’\nYou know the song, perhaps?”\n“I’ve heard something like it,” said Alice\n“It goes on, you know,” the Hatter continued, “in this way:—\n‘Up above the world you fly,\nLike a tea-tray in the sky\n“Well, I’d hardly finished the first verse,” said the Hatter, “when the\nQueen jumped up and bawled out, ‘He’s murdering the time\n“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice\n“And ever since that,” the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, “he won’t\nIt’s always six o’clock now.”\nA bright idea came into Alice’s head\n“Is that the reason so many\ntea-things are put out here?” she asked\n“Exactly so,” said the Hatter: “as the things get used up.”\n“But what happens when you come to the beginning again?” Alice ventured\n“Suppose we change the subject,” the March Hare interrupted, yawning\nI vote the young lady tells us a story.”\n“I’m afraid I don’t know one,” said Alice, rather alarmed at the\n“Then the Dormouse shall!” they both cried\n“Wake up, Dormouse!” And\nthey pinched it on both sides at once\nThe Dormouse slowly opened his eyes\n“I wasn’t asleep,” he said in a\nhoarse, feeble voice: “I heard every word you fellows were saying.”\n“Tell us a story!” said the March Hare\n“Yes, please do!” pleaded Alice\n“They lived on treacle,” said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or\n“Who’s making personal remarks now?” the Hatter asked triumphantly\ndare say there may be _one_.”\n“One, indeed!” said the Dormouse indignantly\n“And so these three little sisters—they were learning to draw,\n“What did they draw?” said Alice, quite forgetting her promise\n“Treacle,” said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time\nAlice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very\ncautiously: “But I don’t understand\n“At any rate I’ll never go _there_ again!” said Alice as she picked her\n“That’s very curious!” she thought\n