“Will you have some eggs with your tea?” asked the Crocodile kindly.
“Yes, please,” replied Girlie.
“And some cake and jam?” continued the Crocodile, smilingly.
“I should like some very much indeed, thank you,” said Girlie, who thought him very kind.
“Wait a minute,” said the Crocodile; “I had better put it down so that I don’t forget;” and he took down a slate that was hanging behind the door.
“Let’s see,” he continued, writing it down, as he went on, “thin bread-and-butter, eggs (boiled, I suppose?),” he enquired, looking at her.
Girlie was just going to nod her head, when she suddenly remembered that, if she did so, she might turn into a Mandarin; so she hastily said “Yes, please,” instead.
“Tea, cake, and jam,” continued the Crocodile, putting it all down on his slate.
“Are you sure you won’t have anything else?” he asked.
“Oh no, thank you,” said Girlie, “that will do very nicely.”