The March Hare’s garden, showing part of the Duchess’ house. On a small platform there is a tea table, set with many cups, continuing into wings to give impression of limitless length. The March Hare, Hatter, and Dormouse are crowded at one end. Alice sits on the ground where she has been dropped from the sky. Finding herself not bruised she rises and approaches the table.
March Hare and Hatter
No room! No room!
Alice
There’s plenty of room!
[She sits in a large armchair at one end of the table.]
I don’t know who you are.
March Hare
I am the March Hare, that’s the Hatter, and this is the Dormouse. Have some wine?
Alice