proposal.
Then the Dormouse shall! they both cried. Wake up, Dormouse! And
they pinched it on both sides at once.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. I wasn t asleep, he said in a
hoarse, feeble voice: I heard every word you fellows were saying.
Tell us a story! said the March Hare.
Yes, please do! pleaded Alice.
And be quick about it, added the Hatter, or you ll be asleep again
before it s done.
Once upon a time there were three little sisters, the Dormouse began
in a great hurry; and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and
they lived at the bottom of a well
What did they live on? said Alice, who always took a great interest
in questions of eating and drinking.
They lived on treacle, said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or
two.
They couldn t have done that, you know, Alice gently remarked;
they d have been ill.
So they were, said the Dormouse; _very_ ill.
Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary way of
living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: But
why did they live at the bottom of a well?
Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
I ve had nothing yet, Alice replied in an offended tone, so I can t
take more.
You mean you can t take _less_, said the Hatter: it s very easy to
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