And so the next morning they sat at breakfast in the dining-car. Alice divided her attention between the grapefruit and the landscape, but the Red Knight was completely absorbed with his own thoughts.
"It makes one dizzy to see the country flash by," said Alice, half to herself.
The gentleman in a bathing suit who sat at the next table eating olives with a spoon turned around with a reassuring smile.
"I shouldn't worry if I were you," he said. "It keeps up all the way to Chicago, you know."
"What keeps up?" said Alice.
"The country, of course," said the gentleman.
But at the word Chicago, the Red Knight looked up suddenly. "My dear Alice, do you happen to remember the name of the President who was nominated at Chicago in 1860?" he said.
"Let me see," said Alice, and she began to repeat to herself,
First Washington his country's pride,
Then sturdy Adams true and tried,
Then Jefferson——
"We shall be in Chicago before you get to Daniel Webster," said the gentleman in the bathing suit. "It was Lincoln, of course."