of finding morals in things!â Alice thought to herself.
âI dare say youâre wondering why I donât put my arm round your waist,â the Duchess said after a pause: âthe reason is, that Iâm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?â
âHe might bite,â Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to have the experiment tried.
âVery true,â said the Duchess: âflamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is â âBirds of a feather flock together.â â
âOnly mustard isnât a bird,â Alice remarked.
âRight, as usual,â said the Duchess: âwhat a clear way you have of putting things!â
âItâs a mineral, I think, â said Alice.
âOf course it is,â said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything that Alice said; âthereâs a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral of that is â âThe more there is of mine, the less there is of yours.â â
âOh, I know!â exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last remark, âitâs a vegetable. It doesnât look like one, but it is.â
âI quite agree with you,â said the Duchess; âand the moral of that is â âBe what you would seem to beâ â or if youâd like it put more simply â âNever imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.â â
âI think I should understand that better,â Alice said very politely, âif I had it written down: but I canât quite follow it as you say it.â
âThatâs nothing to what I could say if I chose,â the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.
âPray donât trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,â said Alice.
âOh, donât talk about trouble!â said the Duchess. âI make you a present of everything Iâve said as yet.â
âA cheap sort of present!â thought Alice. âIâm glad theydonât give birthday presents like that!â But she did not venture to say it out loud.
âThinking again?â the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp little chin.
âIâve a right to think,â said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to feel a little worried.
âJust about as much right,â said the Duchess, âas pigs have to fly; and the m ââ
But here, to Aliceâs great surprise, the Duchessâs voice died away, even in the middle of her favourite word âmoral,â and the arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm.
âA fine day, your Majesty!â the Duchess began in a low, weak voice.
âNow, I give you fair warning,â shouted the Queen, stamping on the ground as she spoke; âeither you or your head must be off, and that in about half no time! Take your choice!â
The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.
âLetâs go on with the game,â the Queen said to Alice; and Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to the croquet-ground.
The other guests had taken advantage of the Queenâs absence, and were resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they hurried back to the game, theQueen merely remarking that a momentâs delay would cost them their lives.
All the time they were playing the Queen never left off quarrelling with the other players, and shouting âOff with his head!â or âOff with her head!â Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour or so
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