"
"How do you do?" said the Cat as soon as its whole mouth came out.
Al-ice wait-ed till she saw the eyes, then nod-ded. "It's no use to
speak to it till its ears have come, or at least one of them." In a
short time the whole head came in view, then she put down her bird and
told him of the game; glad that she had some one that was pleased to
hear her talk.
"I don't think they are at all fair in the game," said Al-ice with a
scowl; "and they all talk so loud that one can't hear one's self
speak--and they don't have rules to play by; at least if they have, they
don't mind them--and you don't know how bad it is to have to use live
things to play with. The arch I have to go through next walked off just
now to the far end of the ground--and I should have struck the Queen's
hedge-hog, but it ran off when it saw that mine was near!"
"How do you like the Queen?" asked the Cat in a low voice.
"Not at all," said Al-ice, "she's so--" Just then she saw that the Queen
was be-hind her and heard what she said; so she went on, "sure to win
that it's not worth while to go on with the game."
The Queen smiled and passed on.
"Who are you talk-ing to?" said the King, as he came up to Al-ice and
stared at the Cat's head as if it were a strange sight.
"It's a friend of mine--a Che-shire Cat," said Al-ice.
"I don't like the look of it at all," said the King; "it may kiss my
hand if it likes."
"I don't want to," said the Cat.
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