Alice
[Re-enters in dismay and dashes out to the left.]
She’s running away from me.
[The White Queen backs in from right and Alice backs in from left. They meet. The gardeners cry “The Queen” and throw themselves flat upon the ground; their backs are like the backs of the rest of the pack. Music stops. Alice looks at the Queen curiously.]
Oh, there you are! Why, I’m just the size I was when I saw you last.
White Queen
Of course you are, and who are these? I can’t tell them by their backs.
[She turns them over with her foot.]
Turn over. Ah! I thought so! Get up! What have you been doing here?