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