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uneasily at the Queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out
of his teacup instead of the bread-and-butter.
Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which
puzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she was
beginning to grow larger again, and she thought at first she would
get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts she decided to
remain where she was as long as there was room for her.
“I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so,” said the Dormouse, who was
sitting next to her. “I can hardly breathe.” “I ca’n’t help it,” said
Alice very meekly: “I’m growing.” “You’ve no right to grow here,”
said the Dormouse.
“Don’t talk nonsense,” said Alice more boldly: “you know you’re
growing too.” “Yes, but I grow at a reasonable pace,” said the
Dormouse: “not in that ridiculous fashion.” And he got up very
sulkily and crossed over to the other side of the court.
All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter, and,
just as the Dormouse crossed the court, she said, to one of the
officers. of the court, “Bring me the list of the singers in the last
concert!” on which the wretched Hatter trembled so, that he shook
off both his shoes.
“Give your evidence,” the King repeated angrily, “or I’ll have you
executed, whether you are nervous or not.” “I’m a poor man, your
Majesty,” the Hatter began, in a trembling voice, “and I hadn’t
begun my tea-not above a week or so-and what with the bread-
andbutter getting so thin-and the twinkling of the tea-” “The
twinkling of what?” said the King.
“It began with the tea,” the Hatter replied.
“Of course twinkling begins with a T!” said the King sharply. “Do
you take me for a dunce? Go on!” “I’m a poor man,” the Hatter
went on, “and most things twinkled after thatonly the March Hare
said-” “I didn’t!” the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.
“You did!” said the Hatter.
“I deny it!” said the March Hare.
“He denies it,” said the King: “leave out that part.” “Well, at any
rate, the Dormouse said-” the Hatter went on, looking anxiously
round to see if he would deny it too; but the Dormouse denied
nothing, being fast asleep.
“After that,” continued the Hatter, “I cut some more bread-and-
butter-” “But what did the Dormouse say?” one of the jury asked.
“That I ca’n’t remember,” said the Hatter.
“You must remember,” remarked the King, “or I’ll have you
executed.” The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-
and-butter, and went down on one knee. “I’m a poor man, your
Majesty,” he began.