I shall sit here, till tomorrow.

[The door opens and a large plate skims out straight at the Frog’s head; it grazes his nose and breaks into pieces.]

[Frog acts as if nothing had happened.]

Or next day, maybe.


Alice

How am I to get in?

Frog

Are you to get in at all? That’s the first question, you know.

Alice

It’s really dreadful the way all you creatures argue. It’s enough to drive one crazy.