. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . fterwards. This sounded nonsense, but Alice veryobediently got up, and carried the dishround, and the cake divided itself into threepieces as she did so. Now cut it up, saidthe Lion, as she returned to her place withthe empty dish. 15 o THRO UGH THE LOOKING- GLA SS. I say, this isnt fair! cried the Unicorn,as Alice sat with the knife in her hand, verymuch puzzled how to begin. The Monsterhas given the Lion twice as much as me! Shes kept none for herself, anyhow,said the Lion. Do you like plum-cake,Monster ? But before1 Alice coul
. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . fterwards. This sounded nonsense, but Alice veryobediently got up, and carried the dishround, and the cake divided itself into threepieces as she did so. Now cut it up, saidthe Lion, as she returned to her place withthe empty dish. 15 o THRO UGH THE LOOKING- GLA SS. I say, this isnt fair! cried the Unicorn,as Alice sat with the knife in her hand, verymuch puzzled how to begin. The Monsterhas given the Lion twice as much as me! Shes kept none for herself, anyhow,said the Lion. Do you like plum-cake,Monster ? But before1 Alice could answer him, thedrums began. Where the noise came from she couldntmake out : the air seemed full of it, and itrang through and through her head till shefelt quite deafened. She started to her feetand sprang across the little brook in terror, *** »** * * * * and had just time to see the Lion and theUnicorn rise to their feet, with angry looksat being- interrupted in their feast, beforeshe dropped to her knees, and put her hands THE LION AND THE over her ears, vainly trying to shut out thedreadful uproar. If that doesnt drum them out of town,she thought to herself nothing ever will! CHAPTER VIII. ITS MY OWN INVENTION. AFTER a while the noise seemed graduallyto die away, till all was dead silence, andAlice lifted up her head in some was no one to be seen, and her firstthought was that she must have been dream-ing about the Lion and the Unicorn andthose queer Anglo-Saxon Messengers. How-ever, there was the great dish still lying ather feet, on which she had tried to cut thethe plum-cake. So I wasnt dreaming, afterall, she said to herself, unless- -unlesswere all part of the same dream. Only I dohope its my dream, and not the Red Kings!I dont like belonging to another personsdream, she went on in a rather complainingtone: Ive a great mind to go and wakehim, and see what happens! •• ITS MY O WN INVENTION. 153 At this moment her thoughts were inter-rupted b
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