begun asking riddles. I believe I can guess that, she added aloud.
Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it? said
the March Hare.
Exactly so, said Alice.
Then you should say what you mean, the March Hare went on.
I do, Alice hastily replied; at least at least I mean what I
say that s the same thing, you know.
Not the same thing a bit! said the Hatter. You might just as well
say that I see what I eat is the same thing as I eat what I see !
You might just as well say, added the March Hare, that I like what
I get is the same thing as I get what I like !
You might just as well say, added the Dormouse, who seemed to be
talking in his sleep, that I breathe when I sleep is the same thing
as I sleep when I breathe !
It _is_ the same thing with you, said the Hatter, and here the
conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while
Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and
writing-desks, which wasn t much.
The Hatter was the first to break the silence. What day of the month
is it? he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his
pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then,
and holding it to his ear.
Alice considered a little, and then said The fourth.
Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter. I told you butter wouldn t suit
the works! he added looking angrily at the March Hare.
It was the _best_ butter, the March Hare meekly replied.
Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well, the Hatter grumbled:
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