"Never mind, I can drink all the more," said her Majesty, and indeed she did drink. Nellie had never seen anything like it. There was no time for her to drink a drop herself, she was so busy waiting on the Queen. After a bit she quite lost count of the number of cups she drank.
"Don't you think you have drunk enough cups now?" she asked at length, thinking it about time she had a cup of tea herself.
"Drunk enough cups indeed," said the Queen huffily, "as if I have drunk any cups."
Nellie was silent for a moment.
"It's dreffel wicked to tell stories," she said, holding up one finger warningly. "Do you know where you'll go if you tell stories?"
"I shall go home," said the Queen, "if you are going to be rude; besides, I have not told any stories."
"Oh! You said you had not drunk any cups, and you have drunk millions."
The Queen drew herself up haughtily.
"Pray, how many cups did you put out?" she asked in a very dignified manner.
"Six," answered Nellie promptly.