say than his first remark, “It was the best butter, you

know.”


Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. “What a

funny watch!” she remarked. “It tells the day of the month, and

doesn’t tell what o’clock it is!”


“Why should it?” muttered the Hatter. “Does your watch

tell you what year it is?”


“Of course not,” Alice replied very readily: “but

that’s because it stays the same year for such a long time

together.”


“Which is just the case with mine,” said the Hatter.


Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no sort

of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. “I don’t quite

understand you,” she said, as politely as she could.


“The Dormouse is asleep again,” said the Hatter, and he poured a

little hot tea upon its nose.


The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes,

“Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.”


“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to

Alice again.


“No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “what’s the

answer?”


“I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.


“Nor I,” said the March Hare.


Alice sighed wearily. “I think you might do something better with the

time,” she said, “than waste it in asking riddles that have no

answers.”


“If you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hatter, “you

wouldn’t talk about wasting it. It’s him.”


“I don’t know what you mean,” said Alice.


“Of course you don’t!” the Hatter said, tossing his head

contemptuously. “I dare say you never even spoke to Time!”


“Perhaps not,” Alice cautiously replied: “but I know I have

to beat time when I learn music.”


“Ah! that accounts for it,” said the Hatter. “He won’t

stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he’d do

almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine

o’clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you’d only have