I 'm mad . You 're mad . ' ` How do you know I 'm mad ? ' said Alice . ` You must be , ' said the Cat , ` or you would n't have come here . ' Alice did n't think that proved it at all ; however , she went on ` And how do you know that you 're mad ? ' ` To begin with , ' said the Cat , ' a dog 's not mad . You grant that ? ' ' I suppose so , ' said Alice . ` Well , then , ' the Cat went on , ` you see , a dog growls when it 's angry , and wags its tail when it 's pleased . Now I growl when I 'm pleased , and wag my tail when I 'm angry . Therefore I 'm mad . ' ' I call it purring , not growling , ' said Alice . ` Call it what you like , ' said the Cat . ` Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day ? ' ' I should like it very much , ' said Alice , ` but I have n't been invited yet . ' ` You 'll see me there , ' said the Cat , and vanished . Alice was not much surprised at this , she was getting so used to queer things happening . While she was looking at the place where it had been , it suddenly appeared again . ` By-the-bye , what became of the baby ? '
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