"Yes."
"Where 'bouts is it, sir, and please how is it bounded on the north? And what are the pwincipal wivers? We might look for it on the map."
"It is in the Black Hills."
"Oh! the Black Hills," said Alice. "I know."
"Yes, but you're not sleepy? Not a bit sleepy?"
"No, no."
"Then before the pretty things hop out of my bag let me tell you a story," and he smiled at his desire to lengthen a delicious hour.
"I would like that."
"And I hope it won't be very, very long," said Alice, on more sordid things intent.
"That's the way with girls, Mr. Kwingle; they can't wait."