Did you go by the old bridge , or the market-place ? You get the best view by the old bridge . ' ` I 'm sure I do n't know , ' the Lion growled out as he lay down again . ` There was too much dust to see anything . What a time the Monster is , cutting up that cake ! ' Alice had seated herself on the bank of a little brook , with the great dish on her knees , and was sawing away diligently with the knife . ` It 's very provoking ! ' she said , in reply to the Lion -LRB- she was getting quite used to being called ` the Monster ' -RRB- . ` I 've cut several slices already , but they always join on again ! ' ` You do n't know how to manage Looking-glass cakes , ' the Unicorn remarked . ` Hand it round first , and cut it afterwards . ' This sounded nonsense , but Alice very obediently got up , and carried the dish round , and the cake divided itself into three pieces as she did so . ` NOW cut it up , ' said the Lion , as she returned to her place with the empty dish . ' I say , this is n't fair ! ' cried the Unicorn , as Alice sat with the knife in her hand , very much puzzled how to begin . ` The Monster has given the Lion twice as much as me ! ' ` She 's kept none for herself , anyhow , ' said the Lion . ` Do you like plum-cake , Monster ? ' But before Alice could answer him , the drums began . Where the noise came from , she could n't make out : the air seemed full of it , and it rang through and through her head till she felt quite deafened .
She started to her feet and sprang across the little brook in her terror , * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * and had just time to see the Lion and the XXXXX rise to their feet , with angry looks at being interrupted in their feast , before she dropped to her knees , and put her hands over her ears , vainly trying to shut out the dreadful uproar .
Alice Looking-glass Unicorn bridge brook dish first nonsense plum-cake slices