before she made her next remark. Then the eleventh day must have been
a holiday?
Of course it was, said the Mock Turtle.
And how did you manage on the twelfth? Alice went on eagerly.
That s enough about lessons, the Gryphon interrupted in a very
decided tone: tell her something about the games now.
CHAPTER X.
The Lobster Quadrille
The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across
his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute or
two sobs choked his voice. Same as if he had a bone in his throat,
said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him and punching him in
the back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears
running down his cheeks, he went on again:
You may not have lived much under the sea ( I haven t, said
Alice) and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster
(Alice began to say I once tasted but checked herself hastily, and
said No, never ) so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a
Lobster Quadrille is!
No, indeed, said Alice. What sort of a dance is it?
Why, said the Gryphon, you first form into a line along the
sea-shore
Two lines! cried the Mock Turtle. Seals, turtles, salmon, and so on;
then, when you ve cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way
_That_ generally takes some time, interrupted the Gryphon.
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