"Do you really think so," said Alice, "when there's a baby in it?"
"But there isn't," said H. O., "if you mean in the perambulator."
"Blow you and your perambulator," said Oswald, with gloomy forbearance.
Alice kicked Oswald under the table and said:
"Don't be waxy, Oswald. Really and truly Daisy and I have got a secret, only it's Dora's secret, and she wants to tell you herself. If it was mine or Daisy's we'd tell you this minute, wouldn't we, Mouse?"
"This very second," said the White Mouse.
And Oswald consented to take their apologies.
Then the pudding came in, and no more was said except asking for things to be passed—sugar and water, and bread and things.
Then, when the pudding was all gone, Alice said:
"Come on."