Alice in Wonderland: A Dramatization of Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass"

SCENE ONE

_ALICE'S home. LEWIS CARROLL is discovered, playing chess. Golden-haired ALICE, in a little blue dress, a black kitten in her arms, stands watching him._

Alice. That's a funny game, uncle. What did you do then?

Carroll. A red pawn took a white pawn; this way. You see, Alice, the chessboard is divided into sixty-four squares, red and white, and the white army tries to win and the red army tries to win. It's like a battle!

Alice. With soldiers?

Carroll. Yes, here are the Kings and Queens they are fighting for. That's the Red Queen and here's the White Queen.

Alice. How funny they look!

Carroll. See the crowns on their heads, and look at their big feet.

Alice. It's a foot apiece, that's what it is! Do they hump along like this?

Carroll. Here! You're spoiling the game. I must keep them all in their right squares.

Alice. I want to be a queen!

Carroll. Here _you_ are [_he points to a small white pawn_] here _you_ are in your little stiff skirt!

Alice. How do you do, Alice!

Carroll. And now you are going to move here.

Alice. Let me move myself.

Carroll. When you have traveled all along the board this way and haven't been taken by the enemy you may be a queen.

Alice. Why do people always play with kings and queens? Mother has them in her playing cards too. Look!

[_ALICE goes to the mantel and takes a pack of playing cards from the ledge._]

Here's the King of Hearts and here's his wife; she's the Queen of Hearts--isn't she cross-looking? wants to bite one's head off.

[_CARROLL moves a pawn._]

You're playing against yourself, aren't you?

Carroll. That's one way of keeping in practice, Alice; I have friends in the university who want to beat me.

Alice. But if you play against yourself I should think you'd want to cheat!

Carroll. Does a nice little girl like you cheat when she plays against herself?

Alice. Oh! I _never_ do! I'd scold myself hard. I always pretend I'm _two_ people too. It's lots of fun, isn't it? Sometimes when I'm all alone I walk up to the looking glass and talk to the other Alice. She's so silly, that Alice; she can't do anything by herself. She just mocks me all the time. When I laugh, she laughs, when I point my finger at her, she points her finger at me, and when I stick my tongue out at her she sticks her tongue out at me! Kitty has a twin too, haven't you darling?

[_ALICE goes to the mirror to show Kitty her twin._]

Carroll. I'll have to write a book some day about Alice--Alice in wonderland, "Child of the pure unclouded brow and dreaming eyes of wonder!" or, Alice through the looking glass!

Alice. Don't you wish sometimes you could go into looking-glass house? See!

[_ALICE stands on an armchair and looks into the mirror._]

There's the room you can see through the glass; it's just the same as our living-room here, only the things go the other way. I can see all of it--all but the bit just behind the fireplace. Oh! I do wish I could see that bit! I want so much to know if they've a fire there. You never _can_ tell, you know, unless our fire smokes. Then smoke comes up in that room too--but that may be just to make it look as if they had a fire--just to pretend they had. The books are something like our books, only the words go the wrong way. Won't there ever be any way of our getting through, uncle?

Carroll. Do you think Kitty would find looking-glass milk digestible?

Alice. It doesn't sound awful good, does it; but I might leave her at home. She's been into an awful lot of mischief today. She found sister's knitting and chased the ball all over the garden where sister was playing croquet with the neighbors. And I ran and ran after the naughty little thing until I was all out of breath and so tired! I am tired.

[_She yawns and makes herself comfortable in the armchair._]

Carroll. [_Replaces the playing cards on the mantel and consults his watch._]

Take a nap. Yes, you have time before tea.

Alice. [_Half asleep._]

We're going to have mock turtle soup for supper! I heard mamma tell the cook not to pepper it too much.

Carroll. What a funny little rabbit it is, nibbling all the time!

[_He leans gently over the back of her chair, and seeing that she is going to sleep puts out the lamp light and leaves the room. A red glow from the fireplace illumines ALICE._]

[_Dream music. A bluish light reveals the RED CHESS QUEEN and the WHITE CHESS QUEEN in the mirror._]

Red Queen. [_Points to ALICE and says in a mysterious voice._]

There she is, let's call her over.

White Queen. Do you think she'll come?

Red Queen. I'll call softly, Alice!

White Queen. Hist, Alice.

Red Queen. Alice!

White Queen. Hush--if she wakes and catches us--

BOTH QUEENS

Alice, come through into looking-glass house!

[_Their hands beckon her._]

Alice. [_Rises, and talks sleepily. The Queens disappear. ALICE climbs from the arm of the chair to the back of another and so on up to the mantel ledge, where she picks her way daintily between the vases._]

I--don't--know--how--I--can--get--through. I've tried--before--but the glass was hard--and I was afraid of cutting--my fingers--

[_She feels the glass and is amazed to find it like gauze._]

Why, it's soft like gauze; it's turning into a sort of mist; why, it's easy to get through! _Why--why_--I'm going _through_!

[_She disappears._]

SCENE TWO

[_Is Scene One, reversed. The portieres are black and red squares like a chessboard. A soft radiance follows the characters mysteriously. As the curtain rises ALICE comes through the looking glass; steps down, looks about in wonderment and goes to see if there is a "fire." The RED QUEEN rises out of the grate and faces her haughtily._]

Alice. Why, you're the Red Queen!

Red Queen. Of course I am! Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers!

Alice. I only wanted to see what the looking glass was like. Perhaps I've lost my way.

Red Queen. I don't know what you mean by your way; all the ways about here belong to _me_. Curtsey while you're thinking what to say. It saves time.

Alice. I'll try it when I go home; the next time I'm a little late for dinner.

Red Queen. It's time for you to answer now; open your mouth a _little_ wider when you speak, and always say, "Your Majesty." I suppose you don't want to lose your name?

Alice. No, indeed.

Red Queen. And yet I don't know, only think how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home without it! For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to your lessons, she would call out "come here," and there she would have to leave off, because there wouldn't be any name for her to call, and of course you wouldn't have to go, you know.

Alice. That would never do, I'm sure; the governess would never think of excusing me from lessons for that. If she couldn't remember my name, she'd call me "Miss," as the servants do.

Red Queen. Well, if she said "Miss," and didn't say anything more, of course you'd miss your lessons. I dare say you can't even read this book.

Alice. It's all in some language I don't know. Why, it's a looking-glass book, of course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again.

JABBERWOCKY

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

It seems very pretty, but it's _rather_ hard to understand; somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas--only I don't exactly know what they are.

Red Queen. I daresay you don't know your geography either. Look at the map!

[_She takes a right angle course to the portieres and points to them with her sceptre._]

Alice. It's marked out just like a big chessboard. I wouldn't mind being a pawn, though of course I should like to be a Red Queen best.

Red Queen. That's easily managed. When you get to the eighth square you'll be a Queen. It's a huge game of chess that's being played--all over the world. Come on, we've got to run. Faster, don't try to talk.

Alice. I can't.

Red Queen. Faster, faster.

Alice. Are we nearly there?

Red Queen. Nearly there! Why, we passed it ten minutes ago. Faster. You may rest a little now.

Alice. Why, I do believe we're in the same place. Everything's just as it was.

[Illustration]

Red Queen. Of course it is, what would you have it?

Alice. Well, in our country you'd generally get to somewhere else--if you ran very fast for a long time as we've been doing.

Red Queen. A slow sort of country. Now _here_ you see, it takes all the running _you_ can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that.

Alice. I'd rather not try, please! I'm quite content to stay here--only I _am_ so hot and thirsty.

Red Queen. I know what you'd like.

[_She takes a little box out of her pocket._]

Have a biscuit?

[_ALICE, not liking to refuse, curtseys as she takes the biscuit and chokes._]

Red Queen. While you're refreshing yourself, I'll just take the measurements.

[_She takes a ribbon out of her pocket and measures the map with it._]

At the end of two yards I shall give you your directions--have another biscuit?

Alice. No thank you, one's _quite_ enough.

Red Queen. Thirst quenched, I hope? At the end of three yards I shall repeat them--for fear of your forgetting them. At the end of _four_, I shall say good-bye. And at the end of five, I shall go! That Square belongs to Humpty Dumpty and that Square to the Gryphon and Mock Turtle and that Square to the Queen of Hearts. But you make no remark?

Alice. I--I didn't know I had to make one--just then.

Red Queen. You _should_ have said, "It's extremely kind of you to tell me all this," however, we'll suppose it said. Four! Good-bye! Five!

[_RED QUEEN vanishes in a gust of wind behind the portieres. Rabbit music. WHITE RABBIT comes out of the fireplace and walks about the room hurriedly. He wears a checked coat, carries white kid gloves in one hand, a fan in the other and takes out his watch to look at it anxiously._]

White Rabbit. Oh the Duchess! the Duchess! Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!

Alice. I've never seen a rabbit with a waistcoat and a watch! And a waistcoat pocket! If you please, sir--

White Rabbit. Oh!

[_He drops fan and gloves in fright and dashes out by way of the portieres in a gust of wind. ALICE picks up the fan and playfully puts on the gloves. The portieres flap in the breeze and a shawl flies in._]

Alice. [_Catches the shawl and looks about for the owner; then meets the WHITE QUEEN._]

I'm very glad I happened to be in the way.

White Queen. [_Runs in wildly, both arms stretched out wide as if she were flying, and cries in a helpless frightened way._]

Bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter.

Alice. Am I addressing the White Queen?

White Queen. Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing. It isn't my notion of the thing, at all.

Alice. If your Majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, I'll do it as well as I can.

White Queen. But I don't want it done at all. I've been a-dressing myself for the last two hours.

Alice. Every single thing's crooked, and you're all over pins; may I put your shawl straight for you?

White Queen. I don't know what's the matter with it! It's out of temper. I've pinned it here, and I've pinned it there, but there's no pleasing it.

Alice. It _can't_ go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side, and dear me, what a state your hair is in!

White Queen. The brush has got entangled in it! And I lost the comb yesterday.

Alice. [_Takes out the brush and arranges the QUEEN'S hair._]

You look better now! But really you should have a lady's maid!

White Queen. I'm sure I'll take you with pleasure. Two pence a week and jam every other day.

Alice. [_Who cannot help laughing._]

I don't want you to hire me--and I don't care for jam.

White Queen. It's very good jam.

Alice. Well, I don't want any today, at any rate.

White Queen. You couldn't have it if you _did_ want it. The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday--but never jam today.

Alice. It must come sometimes to "jam today."

White Queen. No, it can't, it's jam every _other_ day; today isn't any _other_ day, you know.

Alice. I don't understand you, it's dreadfully confusing!

White Queen. That's the effect of living backwards, it always makes one a little giddy at first--

Alice. Living backwards! I never heard of such a thing!

White Queen. But there's one great advantage in it--that one's memory works both ways.

Alice. I'm sure _mine_ only works one way. I can't remember things before they happen.

White Queen. It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

Alice. What sort of things do you remember best?

White Queen. Oh, things that happened the week after next. For instance now:

[_She sticks a large piece of plaster on her finger._]

There's the King's messenger--he's in prison being punished; and the trial doesn't even begin till next Wednesday; and of course the crime comes last of all.

Alice. Suppose he never commits the crime?

White Queen. [_Binding the plaster with ribbon._]

That would be all the better, wouldn't it?

Alice. Of course it would be all the better, but it wouldn't be all the better his being punished.

White Queen. You're wrong _there_, at any rate; were _you_ ever punished?

Alice. Only for faults.

White Queen. And you were all the better for it, I know!

Alice. Yes, but then I _had_ done the things I was punished for; that makes all the difference.

White Queen. But if you hadn't done them that would have been better still; better and better and better!

Alice. There's a mistake somewhere--

White Queen. [_Screams like an engine whistle, and shakes her hand._]

Oh, Oh, Oh! My finger's bleeding. Oh, Oh, Oh!

Alice. What _is_ the matter? Have you pricked your finger?

White Queen. I haven't pricked it yet--but I soon shall--Oh, Oh, Oh!

Alice. When do you expect to do it?

White Queen. When I fasten my shawl again; the brooch will come undone directly. Oh, Oh!

[_Brooch flies open and she clutches it wildly._]

Alice. Take care! you're holding it all crooked!

White Queen. [_Pricks her finger and smiles._]

That accounts for the bleeding, you see; now you understand the way things happen here.

Alice. But why don't you scream now?

[Illustration]

White Queen. Why, I've done all the screaming already. What would be the good of having it all over again? Oh! it's time to run if you want to stay in the same place! Come on!

Alice. No, no! Not so fast! I'm getting dizzy!!

White Queen. Faster, faster!

Alice. Everything's black before my eyes!

[_There is music, and the sound of rushing wind, and in the darkness the WHITE QUEEN cries: "Faster, faster"; ALICE gasps: "I can't--please stop"; and the QUEEN replies: "Then you can't stay in the same place. I'll have to drop you behind. Faster--faster, good-bye."_]

SCENE THREE

_When the curtain rises one sees nothing but odd black lanterns with orange lights, hanging, presumably, from the sky. The scene lights up slowly revealing ALICE seated on two large cushions. She has been "dropped behind" by the WHITE QUEEN and is dazed to find herself in a strange hall with many peculiar doors and knobs too high to reach._

Alice. Oh! my head! Where am I? Oh dear, Oh dear!

[_She staggers up and to her amazement finds herself smaller than the table._]

I've never been smaller than any table before! I've always been able to reach the knobs! What a curious feeling. Oh! I'm shrinking. It's the fan--the gloves!

[_She throws them away, feels her head and measures herself against table and doors._]

Oh! saved in time! But I never--never--

White Rabbit. Oh! my fan and gloves! Where _are_ my--

Alice. Oh! Mr. Rabbit--please help me out--I want to go home--I want to go home--

White Rabbit. Oh! the Duchess! Oh! my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Oh! _you_ have them!

Alice. I'm sorry--you dropped them, you know--

White Rabbit. [_Picks up fan and gloves and patters off._]

She'll chop off your head!

Alice. If you please sir--where am I?--won't you please--tell me how to get out--I want to get out--

White Rabbit. [_Looking at his watch._]

Oh! my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting.

[_A trap door gives way and RABBIT disappears. ALICE dashes after only in time to have the trap door bang in her face._]

Alice. [_Amazed._]

It's a rabbit-hole--I'm small enough to fit it too! If I shrink any more it might end in my going out altogether like a candle. I wonder what I would be like then! What does the flame of a candle look like after the candle is blown out? I've never seen such a thing!

Humpty Dumpty. [_Sits on the wall._]

Don't stand chattering to yourself like that, but tell me your name and your business.

Alice. My _name_ is Alice, but--

Humpty Dumpty. It's a stupid name enough, what does it mean?

Alice. _Must_ a name mean something?

Humpty Dumpty. Of course it must; _my_ name means the shape I am--and a good, handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.

Alice. You're Humpty Dumpty! Just like an egg.

Humpty Dumpty. It's _very_ provoking, to be called an egg--_very_.

Alice. I said you _looked_ like an egg, Sir, and some eggs are very pretty, you know.

Humpty Dumpty. Some people have no more sense than a baby.

Alice. Why do you sit here all alone?

Humpty Dumpty. Why, because there's nobody with me. Did you think I didn't know the answer to _that_? Ask another.

Alice. Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground? That wall's so very narrow.

Humpty Dumpty. What tremendously easy riddles you ask! Of course I don't think so. Take a good look at me! I'm one that has spoken to a king, I am; to show you I'm not proud, you may shake hands with me!

[_He leans forward to offer ALICE his hand but she is too small to reach it._]

However, this conversation is going on a little too fast; let's go back to the last remark but one.

Alice. I'm afraid I can't remember it.

Humpty Dumpty. In that case we start fresh, and it's my turn to choose a subject.

Alice. You talk about it just as if it were a game.

Humpty Dumpty. So here's a question for you. How old did you say you were?

Alice. Seven years and six months.

Humpty Dumpty. Wrong! You never said a word about it. Now if you'd asked _my_ advice, I'd have said, "Leave off at seven--but--"

Alice. I never ask advice about growing.

Humpty Dumpty. Too proud?

Alice. What a beautiful belt you've got on. At least, a beautiful cravat, I should have said--no, a belt, I mean--I beg your pardon. If only I knew which was neck and which was waist.

Humpty Dumpty. It is a--_most--provoking_--thing, when a person doesn't know a cravat from a belt.

Alice. I know it's very ignorant of me.

Humpty Dumpty. It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. There's glory for you.

Alice. I don't know what you mean by "glory."

Humpty Dumpty. When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean--neither more nor less.

Alice. The question is, whether you _can_ make words mean different things.

Humpty Dumpty. The question is, which is to be master--that's all. Impenetrability! That's what I say!

Alice. Would you tell me, please, what that means?

Humpty Dumpty. I meant by "impenetrability" that we've had enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you mean to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest of your life.

Alice. That's a great deal to make one word mean.

Humpty Dumpty. When I make a word do a lot of work like that I always pay it extra.

Alice. Oh!

Humpty Dumpty. Ah, you should see 'em come round me of a Saturday night, for to get their wages, you know. That's all--Good-bye.

Alice. Good-bye till we meet again.

Humpty Dumpty. I shouldn't know you again, if we _did_ meet, you're so exactly like other people.

Alice. The face is what one goes by, generally.

Humpty Dumpty. That's just what I complain of. Your face is the same as everybody has--the two eyes--so--nose in the middle, mouth under. It's always the same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for instance--or the mouth at the top--that would be _some_ help.

Alice. It wouldn't look nice.

Humpty Dumpty. Wait till you've tried! Good-bye.

[_He disappears as he came._]

Alice. Oh! I forgot to ask him how to--

[_She tries to open the doors. They are all locked; she begins to weep. She walks weeping to a high glass table and sits down on its lower ledge. She sits on a big golden key and picks it up in surprise. She tries it on all the doors but it does not fit. She weeps and weeps--and Wonderland grows dark to her in her despair. In the darkness she cries, "Oh! I'm slipping! Oh, Oh! it's a lake; Oh! my tears! I'm floating!" A mysterious light shows a "Drink me" sign around a bottle on the top of the table. ALICE floats up to it panting, and holding on to the edge of the table takes up the bottle._]

Alice. It isn't marked poison.

[_She sips at it._]

This is good! Tastes like cherry tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, toffy and hot buttered toast--all together. Oh! Oh! I'm letting out like a telescope.

[_A mysterious light shows her lengthening out._]

[_Music._]

But the lake is rising too. Oh! Oh! it's deep! I'm drowning. Help, help, I'm drowning, I'm drowning in my tears!

Gryphon. Hjckrrh. Hjckrrh!

[_The GRYPHON, a huge green creature with big glittering wings, appears where HUMPTY DUMPTY had been and reaches glittering claws over to grab and save ALICE._]

SCENE FOUR

_Is symbolic of a wet and rocky shore in a weird green light. The MOCK TURTLE is weeping dismally._

Gryphon. Hjckrrh. Hjckrrh. Hjckrrh.

Mock Turtle. [_Answers with his weeping._]

Gryphon. [_Drags ALICE in._]

Drop your tears into the sea with his.

Alice. He sobs as if he had a bone in his throat. He sighs as if his heart would break. What is his sorrow?

Mock Turtle. Oh, Gryphon, it's terrible!

Gryphon. It's all his fancy that. Mock Turtle hasn't got no sorrow. This here young lady, she wants for to know your history, she do.

Mock Turtle. I'll tell it her. Sit down both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished.

Alice. I don't see how you can _ever_ finish, if you don't begin.

Mock Turtle. Once, I was a real Turtle.

[_A long silence is broken only by the exclamations, "Hjckrrh," of the GRYPHON and the heavy sobbing of the MOCK TURTLE._]

Mock Turtle. When we were little, we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call him tortoise--

Alice. Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?

Mock Turtle. We called him Tortoise because he taught us; really you are very dull.

Gryphon. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question. Drive on, old fellow! Don't be all day about it!

Mock Turtle. Yes, we went to school in the sea, tho' you mayn't believe it--

Alice. I never said I didn't.

Mock Turtle. You did.

Gryphon. Hold your tongue!

Mock Turtle. We had the best of educations--in fact, we went to school every day.

Alice. I've been to a day school too; you needn't be so proud as all that.

Mock Turtle. With extras?

Alice. Yes, we learned French and music.

Mock Turtle. And washing?

Alice. Certainly not!

[Illustration]

Mock Turtle. Ah! Then yours wasn't a really good school. Now at _ours_ they had at the end of the bill, French, music, _and washing_--extra.

Alice. You couldn't have wanted it much; living at the bottom of the sea.

Mock Turtle. I couldn't afford to learn it, I only took the regular course.

Alice. What was that?

Mock Turtle. Reeling and writhing, of course, to begin with, and then the different branches of Arithmetic--Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.

Alice. I never heard of Uglification. What is it?

Gryphon. Never heard of uglifying! You know what to beautify is, I suppose?

Alice. Yes, it means--to--make--anything--prettier.

Gryphon. Well then, if you don't know what to uglify is, you _are_ a simpleton.

Alice. What else had you to learn?

Mock Turtle. Well, there was Mystery; Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography, then Drawling--the Drawling-master was an old conger eel, that used to come once a week; what _he_ taught us was Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.

Alice. What was _that_ like?

Mock Turtle. Well, I can't show it you, myself. I'm too stiff. And the Gryphon never learned it.

Gryphon. Hadn't time; I went to the Classical master, though. He was an old crab, _he_ was.

Mock Turtle. I never went to him; he taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.

Gryphon. So he did, so he did.

Alice. And how many hours a day did you do lessons?

Mock Turtle. Ten hours the first day, nine the next, and so on.

Alice. What a curious plan!

Gryphon. That's the reason they're called lessons, because they lessen from day to day.

Alice. Then the eleventh day must have been a holiday?

Mock Turtle. Of course it was.

Alice. And how did you manage on the twelfth?

Gryphon. That's enough about lessons, tell her something about the games now.

[_MOCK TURTLE sighs deeply, draws back of one flapper across his eyes. He looks at ALICE and tries to speak but sobs choke his voice._]

Gryphon. [_Punching him in the back._]

Same as if he had a bone in his throat.

Mock Turtle. [_With tears running down his cheeks._]

You may not have lived much under the sea--

Alice. I haven't.

Mock Turtle. And perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster.

Alice. I once tasted--no, never!

Mock Turtle. So you can have no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is.

Alice. No, indeed. What sort of a dance is it?

Gryphon. Why, you first form into a line along the seashore.

Mock Turtle. Two lines; seals, turtles, salmon, and so on; then, when you've cleared all the jellyfish out of the way--

Gryphon. _That_ generally takes some time.

Mock Turtle. You advance twice--

Gryphon. Each with a lobster as a partner.

Mock Turtle. Of course, advance twice, set to partners.

Gryphon. Change lobsters, and retire in same order.

Mock Turtle. Then you know, you throw the--

Gryphon. The lobsters!

Mock Turtle. As far out to sea as you can--

Gryphon. Swim after them!

Mock Turtle. Turn a somersault in the sea.

Gryphon. Change lobsters again!

Mock Turtle. Back to land again, and--that's all the first figure.

Alice. It must be a very pretty dance.

Mock Turtle. Would you like to see a little of it?

Alice. Very much indeed.

Mock Turtle. Come, let's try the first figure. We can do it without lobsters, you know; which shall sing?

Gryphon. Oh, _you_ sing, I've forgotten the words.

[_Creatures solemnly dance round and round ALICE, treading on her toes, waving fore-paws to mark time while MOCK TURTLE sings._]

First Verse

"Will you walk a little faster!" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

Second Verse

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance-- Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

[_The creatures dance against ALICE, pushing her back and forth between them. She protests and finally escapes; they bump against each other._]

Alice. Thank you; it's a very interesting dance to watch, and I do so like that curious song about the whiting.

Mock Turtle. Oh, as to the whiting, they--you've seen them, of course?

Alice. Yes, I've often seen them at din--

[_Checks herself hastily._]

Mock Turtle. I don't know where Din may be, but if you've seen them so often, of course you know what they're like.

Alice. I believe so, they have their tails in their mouths--and they're all over crumbs.

Mock Turtle. You're wrong about the crumbs, crumbs would all wash off in the sea. But they _have_ their tails in their mouths; and the reason is--

[_MOCK TURTLE yawns and shuts his eyes._]

Tell her about the reason and all that.

Gryphon. The reason is, that they _would_ go with the lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had to fall a long way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths. So they couldn't get them out again. That's all.

Alice. Thank you, it's very interesting. I never knew so much about a whiting before.

Gryphon. I can tell you more than that, if you like. Do you know why it's called a whiting?

Alice. I never thought about it. Why?

Gryphon. _It does the boots and shoes._

Alice. Does the boots and shoes!

Gryphon. Why, what are _your_ shoes done with? I mean, what makes them so shiny?

Alice. They're done with blacking, I believe.

Gryphon. Boots and shoes under the sea, are done with whiting. Now you know.

Alice. And what are they made of?

Gryphon. Soles and eels, of course; any shrimp could have told you that.

Alice. If I'd been the whiting, I'd have said to the porpoise, "Keep back, please; we don't want _you_ with us."

Mock Turtle. They were obliged to have him with them, no wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.

Alice. Wouldn't it really?

Mock Turtle. Of course not; why if a fish came to me and told me he was going a journey, I should say, "With what porpoise?"

Alice. Don't you mean purpose?

Mock Turtle. I mean what I say.

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Gryphon. Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille? Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song?

Alice. Oh, a song please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind.

Gryphon. Um! No accounting for tastes! Sing her "Turtle Soup," will you, old fellow?

Mock Turtle. [_Sighs deeply and sometimes choked with sobs, sings._]

"Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--op, Beau--ootiful Soo--oop, Soo--oop of the e-e-evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup."

White Rabbit. [_Enters, stretching out a red and white checked sash with which he separates ALICE from the creatures._]

Check!

Mock Turtle. They won't let her stay in our square.

White Rabbit. The Queen is coming this way.

Gryphon. She'll chop our heads off. Come on, come on, let's fly!

[_The MOCK TURTLE and GRYPHON grab ALICE and fly into the air._]

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[_The Curtain rises to reveal small silhouettes of the GRYPHON, MOCK TURTLE, and ALICE in an orange-colored moon far away in the sky. Down below the WHITE RABBIT is shouting to them, "You'll be safe in the March Hare's garden."_]

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