Alice—Can I write it, you mean? Why, yes. (does so.) See! A—L—I—C—E, spells Alice.
Ecila—Could you do mine?
Alice—Why, I guess so. Say it again.
Ecila—It’s Ecila.
Alice—It ought to be E—S—I—L—A. Why, if I spell it with a C instead of an S, it will be Alice backward. Guess this is Topsy Turvy Land all right. What’s your name? (to Derf.)
Ecila—It’s Derf. Do his on the white thing.
Alice—(writing) D—E—R—F. Why, that’s Fred, backward. That’s my little brother’s name.
Ecila—Yes, and that’s my little brother.
Frank—Little brother! He’s a heap bigger than you are.
Knarf—No such thing. It will be a long time before he grows to my size. He’s only three.