“You sailed from us to them, from them to us,” continued Alice.
“That isn’t new, either. It should go on: ‘You all returned from him to them, though they were mine before.’”
“It doesn’t go on quite like that,” said Alice; “it ends up with a lot of words that I suppose were left over and couldn’t be fitted in anywhere else:
Therefore rejoicing mightier hath been made
Imperial Power.”
“That,” said the Cat, “is the cleverest thing in the whole poem. People see that at the end, and then they read it through to see what on earth it’s about.”
“I’d give sixpence to any one who can explain it,” said Alice.
ALICE HAS TEA AT THE HOTEL CECIL
The March Hare and the Dormouse and the Hatter were seated at a very neglected-looking tea-table; they were evidently in agonised consideration of something—even the Dormouse, which was asleep, had a note of interrogation in its tail.
“No room!” they shouted, as soon as they caught sight of Alice.
“There’s lots of room for improvement,” said Alice, as she sat down.