“No,” said the Walrus, shaking his head.
“Or to the Equator?” suggested the Dodo, smoothing out his gloves.
The Walrus stared for a moment, and then, pointing to the Dodo with the stem of his pipe, inquired, “Vat is dat ting?”
The Dodo drew himself up to his full height, and gave him a withering look. “How dare you?” he cried.
“Vell, vat is id, anyhow?” chuckled the Walrus. “I never saw somethings like id before, never!”
“Of course not,” said the Dodo, with dignity, “Our family have been extinct for some time.”
When the children got into the clumsy fur garments, they found them exceedingly comfortable.—Page 95. Dick, Marjorie and Fidge.
“Vell, und vy didn’t you keep so?” asked the Walrus. “It vas der best ting vat you could do. Dere is no goot for such tings like you to be aboudt.”