No one spoke for some time, while Al-ice tried to think of all she knew
of rav-ens and desks, which wasn't much.
The Hat-ter was the first to speak. "What day of the month is it?" he
said, turn-ing to Al-ice. He had his watch in his hand, looked at it and
shook it now and then while he held it to his ear.
Al-ice thought a-while, and said, "The fourth."
"Two days wrong!" sighed the Hat-ter. "I told you but-ter wouldn't suit
this watch," he add-ed with a scowl as he looked at the March Hare.
"It was the best but-ter," the March Hare said.
"Yes, but some crumbs must have got in," the Hat-ter growled; "you
shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife."
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it; then dipped it in-to his
cup of tea and looked at it a-gain; but all he could think to say was,
"it was the best but-ter, you know."
"Oh, what a fun-ny watch!" said Al-ice. "It tells the day of the month
and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!"
"Why should it?" growled the Hat-ter.
"Does your watch tell what year it is?"
"Of course not," said Al-ice, "but there's no need that it should, since
it stays the same year such a long time."
"Which is just the case with mine," said the Hat-ter; which seemed to
Al-ice to have no sense in it at all.
"I don't quite know what you mean," she said.
"The Dor-mouse has gone to sleep, once more," said the Hat-ter, and he
poured some hot tea on the tip of its nose.
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