`Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle:  `why, if a fish came

to ME, and told me he was going a journey, I should say "With

what porpoise?"'

  `Don't you mean "purpose"?' said Alice.

  `I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended

tone.  And the Gryphon added `Come, let's hear some of YOUR

adventures.'

  `I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning,'

said Alice a little timidly:  `but it's no use going back to

yesterday, because I was a different person then.'

  `Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle.

  `No, no!  The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an

impatient tone:  `explanations take such a dreadful time.'

  So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when

she first saw the White Rabbit.  She was a little nervous about

it just at first, the two creatures got so close to her, one on

each side, and opened their eyes and mouths so VERY wide, but she

gained courage as she went on.  Her listeners were perfectly

quiet till she got to the part about her repeating `YOU ARE OLD,

FATHER WILLIAM,' to the Caterpillar, and the words all coming

different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and said

`That's very curious.'

  `It's all about as curious as it can be,' said the Gryphon.

  `It all came different!' the Mock Turtle repeated

thoughtfully.  `I should like to hear her try and repeat

something now.  Tell her to begin.'  He looked at the Gryphon as

if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice.

  `Stand up and repeat "'TIS THE VOICE OF THE SLUGGARD,"' said

the Gryphon.

  `How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat

lessons!' thought Alice; `I might as well be at school at once.'

However, she got up, and began to repeat it, but her head was so

full of the Lobster Quadrille, that she hardly knew what she was

saying, and the words came very queer indeed:--

    `'Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare,

    "You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair."

    As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose

    Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.'

              [later editions continued as follows

    When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,

    And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark,

    But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, ()