. Clara In Blunderland. to the great trial wheretheres no prisoner, and where pretty nearly allthe company ought to be in the dock. IVegot one for you among the rest. But I dont belong to the trial at all, com-plained Clara. Im what you call detached. Well youll find youd better come, whetheror no, retorted the Rabbit. I suppose youdont want to have the verdict go against you,do you ? At this moment there was a great ringing ofbells, and blowing of fog-horns, and, as every-thing seemed to be dissolving all round her,Clara ran as hard as she could to the bigbuilding which the Rabbit said was th
. Clara In Blunderland. to the great trial wheretheres no prisoner, and where pretty nearly allthe company ought to be in the dock. IVegot one for you among the rest. But I dont belong to the trial at all, com-plained Clara. Im what you call detached. Well youll find youd better come, whetheror no, retorted the Rabbit. I suppose youdont want to have the verdict go against you,do you ? At this moment there was a great ringing ofbells, and blowing of fog-horns, and, as every-thing seemed to be dissolving all round her,Clara ran as hard as she could to the bigbuilding which the Rabbit said was the Court-Hi ouse. When she got inside she found that the trialhad already begun, and that everybody wasaccusing everybody else of all the crimes hecould think of. On the bench sat Britannia ( looking for allthe world like a middle-aged mermaid withouta tail, said Clara, afterwards). She seemed Digitized by Google 140 ON THE CARDS. dreadfully confused by all the noise and wore her helmet over her wig, and was. trying very hard to look judicial, but it wasquite plain that she could not make out in the Digitized by Google ON THE CARDS. 141 least what all the dispute was about, and againand again implored somebody to tell her. By herside crouched a stuffed lion, with a much twistedtail, which roared mechanically when she dugit in the ribs. This she did, whenever shedid not quite know what else to do. You see, I dont understand politics, and Idont know why they make me pretend that Icare what happens, said Britannia, to Clara. Youre evidently quite at sea here, piped theWhite King, in a squeaky voice, as he struggledhard to climb up the pinnacle of fame. At sea ? cried Britannia. I wish I wasat sea. The Flamjingos keep telling me I rulethe waves, but I cant rule a straight line inpolitics anyhow. Nobody can. Ill guide your hand, when I get up there,squeaked the White King, swarming up thepinnacle, as if he thought the lion was going tobite him. He puffed and blew so hard
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