The next to come was the Duch-ess' cook, and Al-ice guessed who it was by the way the peo-ple near the door sneezed all at once.
"Tell what you know of this case," said the King.
"Shan't," said the cook.
The King looked at the White Rab-bit, who said in a low voice, "Your ma-jes-ty must make her tell."
"Well, if I must, I must," said the King with a sad look. He fold-ed his arms and frowned at the cook till his eyes were al-most out of sight, then asked in a stern voice, "What are tarts made of?"
"Pep-per, most-ly," said the cook.
"Sug-ar," said a weak voice near her.
"Catch that Dor-mouse," the Queen shrieked out. "Off with his head! Turn him out of court! Pinch him! Off with his head!"
The whole court ran here and there, get-ting the Dor-mouse turned out, and by the time this was done, the cook had gone.