spoke. _This_ door, of course!
The Frog looked at the door with his large dull eyes for a minute: then
he went nearer and rubbed it with his thumb, as if he were trying
whether the paint would come off; then he looked at Alice.
To answer the door? he said. What s it been asking of? He was so
hoarse that Alice could scarcely hear him.
I don t know what you mean, she said.
I talks English, doesn t I? the Frog went on. Or are you deaf? What
did it ask you?
Nothing! Alice said impatiently. I ve been knocking at it!
Shouldn t do that shouldn t do that the Frog muttered. Vexes it,
you know. Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his
great feet. You let _it_ alone, he panted out, as he hobbled back to
his tree, and it ll let _you_ alone, you know.
At this moment the door was flung open, and a shrill voice was heard
singing:
To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said,
I ve a sceptre in hand, I ve a crown on my head;
Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be,
Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.
And hundreds of voices joined in the chorus:
Then fill up the glasses as quick as you can,
And sprinkle the table with buttons and bran:
Put cats in the coffee, and mice in the tea
And welcome Queen Alice with thirty-times-three!
Then followed a confused noise of cheering, and Alice thought to
herself, Thirty times three makes ninety. I wonder if any one s
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