Adventures in Wonderland
A mad tea-party, Lewis Carroll, Seite 3 ( von 5 )
The Hatter shook his head mournfully. "Not I!" he replied. "We
quarrelled last March - just before
he went mad, you
know -" (pointing with his teaspoon at the March Hare,) "- it was at
the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
How I wonder what you're at!'
You know the song perhaps?"
"I've heard something like it," said Alice.
"It goes on, you know," the Hatter continued, "in this way: -
'Up above the world
Like a teatray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle --'"
Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep "Twinkle, twinkle,
twinkle, twinkle -" and went on so long that they had to pinch it to
make it stop.
"Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse," said the Hatter,
"when the Queen bawled out, 'He's murdering the time! Off with his
"How dreadfully savage!" exclaimed Alice.
"And ever since that," the Hatter went on in a mournful tone,
"he won't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now."
A bright idea came into Alice's head. "Is that the reason so many
tea-things are put out here?" she asked.
"Yes, that's it," said the Hatter with a sigh: "it's always
tea-time, and we've no time to wash the things between whiles."
"Then you keep moving round, I suppose?" said Alice.
"Exactly so," said the Hatter: "as the things get used up."
"But what happens when you come to the beginning again?" Alice
ventured to ask.
"Suppose we change the subject," the March Hare interrupted, yawning.
"I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story."
"I'm afraid I don't know one," said Alice, rather alarmed at the
"Then the Dormouse shall!" they both cried. "Wake up,
Dormouse!" And they pinched it on both sides at once.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. "I wasn't asleep," he said in a
hoarse, feeble voice: "I heard every word you fellows were saying."
"Tell us a story!" said the March Hare.
"Yes, please do!" pleaded Alice.
"And be quick about it," added the Hatter, "or you'll be asleep
again before it's done."
"Once upon a time there were three little sisters," the Dormouse
began in a great hurry; "and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie;
and they lived at the bottom of a well -"
"What did they live on?" said Alice, who always took a great interest
in questions of eating and drinking.
"They lived on treacle," said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute
"They couldn't have done that, you know," Alice gently remarked;
"they'd have been ill."
"So they were," said the Dormouse; "very ill."
Alice tried a little to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary way of
living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: "But
why did they live at the bottom of a well?"