- - Come, THAT'S a good
thing! - she said to herself, for she had felt quite unhappy at the number
of executions the Queen had ordered.
They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (IF
you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) - Up, lazy thing!
- said the Queen, - and take this young lady to see the Mock Turtle, and
to hear his history. I must go back and see after some executions I have
ordered; - and she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice
did not quite like the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought
it would be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage
Queen: so she waited.
The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen
till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. - What fun! - said the
Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.
- What IS the fun? - said Alice.
- Why, SHE, - said the Gryphon. - It's all her fancy, that: they
never executes nobody, you know. Come on!
- Everybody says - come on! - here, - thought Alice, as she went
slowly after it: - I never was so ordered about in all my life, never!
They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the
distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they
came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She
pitied him deeply. - What is his sorrow? - she asked the Gryphon, and the
Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, - It's all his
fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!
So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large
eyes full of tears, but said nothing.
- This here young lady, - said the Gryphon, - she wants for to know
your history, she do.
- I'll tell it her, - said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone: -
sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished. So they
sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself, - I
don't see how he can EVEN finish, if he doesn't begin. - But she waited
patiently.
- Once, - said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, - I was a
real Turtle.
These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an
occasional exclamation of - Hjckrrh! - from the Gryphon, and the constant
heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and
saying, - Thank you, sir, for your interesting story, but she could not
help thinking there MUST be more to come, so she sat still and said
nothing.
- When we were little, - the Mock Turtle went on at last, more
calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, - we went to school in
the sea. The master was an old Turtle - we used to call him Tortoise
- Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one? - Alice asked.
- We called him Tortoise because he taught us, - said the Mock Turtle
angrily: - really you are very dull!
- You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple
question, - added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at
poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Gryphon
said to the Mock Turtle, - Drive on, old fellow! Don't be all day about
it! - and he went on in these words:
- Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it
- I never said I didn't! - interrupted Alice.
- You did, - said the Mock Turtle.
- Hold your tongue! - added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak
again. The Mock Turtle went on.
- We had the best of educations - in fact, we went to school every
day
- I'VE been to a day-school, too, - said Alice; - you needn't be so
proud as all that.
- With extras? - asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.
- Yes, - said Alice, - we learned French and music.
- And washing? - said the Mock Turtle.
- Certainly not! - said Alice indignantly.
- Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school, - said the Mock Turtle
in a tone of great relief. - Now at OURS they had at the end of the bill,
- French, music, AND WASHING - extra.
- You couldn't have wanted it much, - said Alice; - living at the
bottom of the sea.
- I couldn't afford to learn it. - said the Mock Turtle with a sigh.
- I only took the regular course. - What was that? - inquired Alice. -
Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with, - the Mock Turtle replied;
- and then the different branches of Arithmetic-Ambition, Distraction,
Uglification, and Derision.
- I never heard of - Uglification, - Alice ventured to say. - What is
it?
The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. - What! Never heard
of uglifying! - it exclaimed. - You know what to beautify is, I suppose?
- Yes, - said Alice doubtfully: - it means - to - make - anything
prettier.
- Well, then, - the Gryphon went on, - if you don't know what to
uglify is, you ARE a simpleton.
Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so
she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said - What else had you to learn?
- Well, there was Mystery, - the Mock Turtle replied, counting off
the subjects on his flappers, - Mystery, ancient and modern, with
Seaography: then Drawling - the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel,
that used to come once a week: HE taught us Drawling, Stretching, and
Fainting in Coils.
- What was THAT like? - said Alice.
- Well, I can't show it you myself, - the Mock Turtle said: - I'm too
stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.
- Hadn't time, - said the Gryphon: - I went to the Classics master,
though. He was an old crab, HE was.
- I never went to him, - the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: - he
taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.
- So he did, so he did, - said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and
both creatures hid their faces in their paws.
- And how many hours a day did you do lessons? - said Alice, in a
hurry to change the subject.
- Ten hours the first day, - said the Mock Turtle: - nine the next,
and so on.
- What a curious plan! - exclaimed Alice.
- That's the reason they're called lessons, - the Gryphon remarked: -
because they lessen from day to day. This was quite a new idea to Alice,
and she thought it over a little before she made her next remark. - Then
the eleventh day must have been a holiday?
- Of course it was, - said the Mock Turtle.
- And how did you manage on the twelfth? - Alice went on eagerly.
- That's enough about lessons, - the Gryphon interrupted in a very
decided tone: - tell her something about the games now.



CHAPTER X

The Lobster Quadrille

The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper
across his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute
or two sobs choked his voice. - Same as if he had a bone in his throat, -
said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him and punching him in the
back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears running
down his cheeks, he went on again:
- You may not have lived much under the sea - (I haven't, - said
Alice) - and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster(Alice
began to say - I once tasted - but checked herself hastily, and said - No,
never') - so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster
Quadrille is!
- No, indeed, - said Alice. - What sort of a dance is it?
- Why, - said the Gryphon, - you first form into a line along the
sea-shore
- Two lines! - cried the Mock Turtle. - Seals, turtles, salmon, and
so on; then, when you've cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way
- THAT generally takes some time, - interrupted the Gryphon.
- you advance twice
- Each with a lobster as a partner! - cried the Gryphon.
- Of course, - the Mock Turtle said: - advance twice, set to partners
- change lobsters, and retire in same order, - continued the Gryphon.
- Then, you know, - the Mock Turtle went on, - you throw the
- The lobsters! - shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air.
- as far out to sea as you can
- Swim after them! - screamed the Gryphon.
- Back to land again, and that's all the first figure, - said the
Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had
been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very
sadly and quietly, and looked at Alice.
- It must be a very pretty dance, - said Alice timidly.
- Would you like to see a little of it? - said the Mock Turtle.
- Very much indeed, - said Alice.
- Come, let's try the first figure! - said the Mock Turtle to the
Gryphon. - We can do without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?
- Oh, YOU sing, - said the Gryphon. - I've forgotten the words. So
they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now and then
treading on her toes when they passed too close, and waving their forepaws
to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang this, very slowly and sadly:-
- Will you walk a little faster? - said a whiting to a snail.
- There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting
on the shingle - will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you,
will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will
you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

- You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they
take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to
sea! - But the
snail replied - Too far, too far! - and gave a look
askance - Said
he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the
dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the
dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the
dance.

- What matters it how far we go? - his scaly friend replied. - There
is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from
England the nearer is to France-Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but
come and join the dance.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

- Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to watch, - said Alice,
feeling very glad that it was over at last: - and I do so like that
curious song about the whiting!
- Oh, as to the whiting, - said the Mock Turtle, - they - you've seen
them, of course?
- Yes, - said Alice, - I've often seen them at dinn - she checked
herself hastily.
- I don't know where Dinn may be, - said the Mock Turtle, - but if
you've seen them so often, of course you know what they're like.
- I believe so, - Alice replied thoughtfully. - They have their tails
in their mouths - and they're all over crumbs.
- You're wrong about the crumbs, - said the Mock Turtle: - crumbs
would all wash off in the sea. But they HAVE their tails in their mouths;
and the reason is - here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut his eyes. - Tell
her about the reason and all that, - he said to the Gryphon.
- The reason is, - said the Gryphon, - that they WOULD go with the
lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had to fall
a long way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths. So they couldn't
get them out again. That's all.
- Thank you, - said Alice, - it's very interesting. I never knew so
much about a whiting before.
- I can tell you more than that, if you like, - said the Gryphon. -
Do you know why it's called a whiting?
- I never thought about it, - said Alice. - Why?
- IT DOES THE BOOTS AND SHOES. - the Gryphon replied very solemnly.
Alice was thoroughly puzzled. - Does the boots and shoes! - she repeated
in a wondering tone.
- Why, what are YOUR shoes done with? - said the Gryphon. - I mean,
what makes them so shiny?
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