Stranica 128 [128]
CHAPTER VIII.
THE QUEENS CROQUET GROUND.
A LARGE rose-tree stood near the entrance of
the garden: the roses growing on it were white,
but there were three gardeners at it, busily
painting them red. Alice thought this a very
curious thing, and she went nearer to watch
them, and just as she came up to them she
heard one of them say, “Look out now, Five!
Don’t go splashing paint over me like that!”
“T couldn't help it,” said Five, in a sulky
tone; “Seven jogged my elbow.”
On which Seven looked up and said, “Thats
right, Five! Always lay the blame on others!”