got it out again, and put it right; not that it signifies much, she
said to herself; I should think it would be _quite_ as much use in the
trial one way up as the other.
As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of being
upset, and their slates and pencils had been found and handed back to
them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of the
accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do
anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the
court.
What do you know about this business? the King said to Alice.
Nothing, said Alice.
Nothing _whatever?_ persisted the King.
Nothing whatever, said Alice.
That s very important, the King said, turning to the jury. They were
just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White
Rabbit interrupted: _Un_important, your Majesty means, of course, he
said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as
he spoke.
_Un_important, of course, I meant, the King hastily said, and went on
to himself in an undertone,
important unimportant unimportant important as if he were trying
which word sounded best.
Some of the jury wrote it down important, and some unimportant.
Alice could see this, as she was near enough to look over their slates;
but it doesn t matter a bit, she thought to herself.
At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in
his note-book, cackled out Silence! and read out from his book, Rule
Forty-two. _All persons more than a mile high to leave the court_.
Everybody looked at Alice.
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