I.
“Hello!” said the Hatter. “I haven’t seen you for a long time.”
“No,” said Alice; “I’ve been all over—in Wonderland, in Bookland, in Stageland, and forty other lands. People must be tired of my adventures. Where am I now? I never know.”
“In Cartoonland,” said the Hatter.
“And what are you doing here?” inquired Alice.
“I’m searching for an original cartoon idea,” replied the Hatter. “Would you like to come along?”
“Ever so much,” said Alice.
“The first thing we have to do is to get across that chasm,” said the Hatter, pointing.
Alice saw a huge legend on the far wall of the chasm, and spelled it out—“O-b-l-i-v-i-o-n.”
“Yes, Oblivion,” said the Hatter. “That’s where they dump defeated candidates and other undesirables. Come on, we can cross a little below here.”
He indicated a thin plank that lay across the Chasm of Oblivion.
“Will it hold us?” said Alice.
“It has held the G. O. P. Elephant and the Democratic Donkey, and all sorts of people and [p 110] />]things. Let’s hurry over, as here comes the Elephant now, with Mr. Taft riding it, and the plank might give way.”