“ Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar.
“ Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,”
said Alice; “all I know is, it would feel very
queer to me.”
“You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.
“Who are you?” .
Which brought them back again to the be¬
sinning of the conversation. Alice felt a little
uritated at the Caterpillars making such very
short remarks, and she drew herself up and said,
very gravely, “I think you ought to tell me who
you are, first.”
“Why?” said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and as
Alice could not think of any good reason, and
as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very un¬
pleasant state of mind, she turned away.
“Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her.
‘I've something important to say!”
This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned
and came back again.
“Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar.