Fan her head! the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. She ll be
feverish after so much thinking. So they set to work and fanned her
with bunches of leaves, till she had to beg them to leave off, it blew
her hair about so.
She s all right again now, said the Red Queen. Do you know
Languages? What s the French for fiddle-de-dee?
Fiddle-de-dee s not English, Alice replied gravely.
Who ever said it was? said the Red Queen.
Alice thought she saw a way out of the difficulty this time. If you ll
tell me what language fiddle-de-dee is, I ll tell you the French for
it! she exclaimed triumphantly.
But the Red Queen drew herself up rather stiffly, and said Queens
never make bargains.
I wish Queens never asked questions, Alice thought to herself.
Don t let us quarrel, the White Queen said in an anxious tone. What
is the cause of lightning?
The cause of lightning, Alice said very decidedly, for she felt quite
certain about this, is the thunder no, no! she hastily corrected
herself. I meant the other way.
It s too late to correct it, said the Red Queen: when you ve once
said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.
Which reminds me the White Queen said, looking down and nervously
clasping and unclasping her hands, we had _such_ a thunderstorm last
Tuesday I mean one of the last set of Tuesdays, you know.
Alice was puzzled. In _our_ country, she remarked, there s only one
day at a time.
The Red Queen said, That s a poor thin way of doing things. Now
_here_, we mostly have days and nights two or three at a time, and
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