But the old lady only glared at her and went on addressing the Red Knight: "And may all your enemies be like that English duke who was drowned in a barrel of Munsey."
"Malmsey," shouted Alice, no longer able to control herself. But the Red Knight turned to her and chided her gently: "The question, my dear Alice, is who shall make the rules of language, the plain people or the bosses who write the dictionaries."
CHAPTER XIV
"I will never go to Chicago," said the Red Knight.
Alice looked up from her book. "What train won't you take?" she asked.
"The 3:30," said the Red Knight.
"And which would you rather not have, a lower berth or an upper one?" said Alice.
"By all means a lower berth," said the Red Knight. "It makes no difference to me, you know."