"I didn't know it was so late," said Dot, slipping from her hammock to the ground and feeling rather ashamed of her laziness.
Tot was already up and sitting near the railway track watching the tin train go round. The Queen now joined Dot and they called Tot to breakfast, for Mr. Split had loaded the cloth with a variety of cool, fresh fruit and berries.
"He gathered those before he unhooked himself," said the Queen, "for then he had two arms to carry them. But when it came to winding up the animals he had to separate in order that he might use each hand in a different place, and so get around quicker."
"Mr. Split's name suits him very well," said Dot, who was enjoying the fruit.
"Yes, it would be hard to call him anything else," replied the Queen.
"I suppose your own name fits you in the same way," ventured the girl.
"Certainly it does," answered the Queen.
Dot's heart now began to beat rapidly, for she thought she would at last discover what the Queen's name was. Tot also looked interested, and forgot his slice of melon as he listened.
"You haven't told us yet what it is," said the girl.