Oldal 120 [120]
104 A MAD TEA-PARTY.
singing in its sleep “ Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle,
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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 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 wont 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 2?” 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 2”
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.