'I could tell you my adventures-beginning from this morning, said Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
'Explain all that, said the Mock Turtle.
'No, no! The adventures first, said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time.
So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she first saw the White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it just at first, the two creatures got so close to her, one on each side, and opened their eyes and mouths so
'It's all about as curious as it can be, said the Gryphon.
'It all came different!’ the Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully. 'I should like to hear her try and repeat something now. Tell her to begin. He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice.
'Stand up and repeat
'How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat lessons!’ thought Alice;’I might as well be at school at once. However, she got up, and began to repeat it, but her head was so full of the Lobster Quadrille, that she hardly knew what she was saying, and the words came very queer indeed: -
'That's different from what I used to say when I was a child, said the Gryphon.
'Well, I never heard it before, said the Mock Turtle; ’but it sounds uncommon nonsense.
Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her hands, wondering if anything would
'I should like to have it explained, said the Mock Turtle.
'She can't explain it, said the Gryphon hastily. 'Go on with the next verse.
'But about his toes?’ the Mock Turtle persisted. 'How
'It's the first position in dancing. Alice said; but was dreadfully puzzled by the whole thing, and longed to change the subject.
'Go on with the next verse, the Gryphon repeated impatiently: 'it begins 'I passed by his garden.
Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would all come wrong, and she went on in a trembling voice: —
'What is the use of repeating all that stuff, the Mock Turtle interrupted, 'if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far the most confusing thing I ever heard!’
'Yes, I think you'd better leave off, said the Gryphon: and Alice was only too glad to do so.
'Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?’ the Gryphon went on. 'Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song?’
'Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind, Alice replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone, 'Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her «Turtle Soup,» will you, old fellow?’
The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked with sobs, to sing this: