you shouldn t have put it in with the bread-knife.
The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped
it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of
nothing better to say than his first remark, It was the _best_ butter,
you know.
Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. What a
funny watch! she remarked. It tells the day of the month, and doesn t
tell what o clock it is!
Why should it? muttered the Hatter. Does _your_ watch tell you what
year it is?
Of course not, Alice replied very readily: but that s because it
stays the same year for such a long time together.
Which is just the case with _mine_, said the Hatter.
Alice felt dreadfully puzzled, The Hatter s remark seemed to have no
sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. I don t quite
understand you, she said, as politely as she could.
The Dormouse is asleep again, said the Hatter, and he poured a little
hot tea upon its nose.
The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its
eyes, Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.
Have you guessed the riddle yet? the Hatter said, turning to Alice
again.
No, I give it up, Alice replied: what s the answer?
I haven t the slightest idea, said the Hatter.
Nor I, said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. I think you might do something better with the
time, she said, than waste it in asking riddles that have no
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