In _that_ direction, the Cat said, waving its right paw round, lives
a Hatter: and in _that_ direction, waving the other paw, lives a
March Hare. Visit either you like: they re both mad.
But I don t want to go among mad people, Alice remarked.
Oh, you can t help that, said the Cat: we re all mad here. I m mad.
You re mad.
How do you know I m mad? said Alice.
You must be, said the Cat, or you wouldn t have come here.
Alice didn t think that proved it at all; however, she went on And how
do you know that you re mad?
To begin with, said the Cat, a dog s not mad. You grant that?
I suppose so, said Alice.
Well, then, the Cat went on, you see, a dog growls when it s angry,
and wags its tail when it s pleased. Now _I_ growl when I m pleased,
and wag my tail when I m angry. Therefore I m mad.
_I_ call it purring, not growling, said Alice.
Call it what you like, said the Cat. Do you play croquet with the
Queen to-day?
I should like it very much, said Alice, but I haven t been invited
yet.
You ll see me there, said the Cat, and vanished.
Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer
things happening. While she was looking at the place where it had been,
it suddenly appeared again.
By-the-bye, what became of the baby? said the Cat. I d nearly
forgotten to ask.
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