“You might lose a lot if you run your business in that way,” said Alice.
“DWINDLE, DWINDLE, LITTLE WAR.”
“Not in this country,” said the March Hare. “You see, we have a Commission on everything that we don’t do.”
“The Dormouse must tell us a story,” said the Hatter, giving it a sharp pinch.
The Dormouse awoke with a start, and began as though it had been awake all the time: “There was an old woman who lived in a shoe——”
“I know,” said Alice, “she had so many children that she didn’t know what to do.”
TRYING TO MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A LION.
“Nothing of the sort,” said the Dormouse, “you lack the gift of imagination. She put most of them into Treasuries and Foreign Offices and Boards of Trade, and all sorts of unlikely places where they could learn things.”