“HOW ARE YOU GETTING ON?” ASKED THE CHESHIRE CAT.
“A tunnel?” said the Cat.
“Yes; under the sea, you know.”
“I see; to avoid the cross-current, of course.”
Alice waited till the Cat had stopped grinning at its own joke, and then went on—
THE OTHER FLAMINGO.
“As for the hedgehogs, there’s no doing anything with them; they’ve got such prickly tempers. And they’re so short-sighted; if they don’t happen to be looking the same way they invariably run against each other. I should have won that last hoop if both hedgehogs hadn’t tried to get through at the same time.”
“Both?”
“Yes, the one I was playing with and the one I wasn’t. And every one began shouting out all sorts of different directions till I scarcely knew which I was playing with. Really,” she continued plaintively, “it’s the most discouraging croquet-party I was ever at; if we go on like this there soon won’t be any party at all.”