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him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse’s place, and Alice
rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter
was the only one who got any advantage from the change; and
Alice was a good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare
had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.
Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began
very cautiously: “But I don’t understand. Where did they draw the
“You can draw water out of a water-well,” said the Hatter; “so I
should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well-eh,
stupid?” “But they were in the well,” Alice said to the Dormouse,
not choosing to notice this last remark.
“Of course they were,” said the Dormouse: “well in.” This answer
so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some
time without interrupting it.
“They were learning to draw,” the Dormouse went on, yawning
and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; “and they drew
all manner of thingseverything that begins with an M-” “Why with
an M?” said Alice.
“Why not?” said the March Hare. Alice was silent.
The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off
into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again
with a little shriek, and went on: “-that begins with an M, such as
mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness-you
know you say things are ‘much of a muchness’- did you ever see
such a thing as a drawing of a muchness!” “Really, now you ask
me,” said Alice, very much confused, “I don’t think-” “Then you
shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter.
This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up
in great disgust, and walked off: the Dormouse fell asleep
instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her
going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they
would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to
put the Dormouse into the teapot.
“At any rate I’ll never go there again!” said Alice, as she picked her
way through the wood. “It’s the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in
all my life!” Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees
had a door leading right into it. “That’s very curious!” she thought.
“But everything’s curious to-day. I think I may as well go in at
once.” And in she went.
Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little
“Now, I’ll manage better this time,” she said to herself, and began
by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that led into