Waiting in a hot tureen!

    Who for such dainties would not stoop?

    Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

    Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

        Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!

        Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!

    Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,

        Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

    `Beautiful Soup!  Who cares for fish,

    Game, or any other dish?

    Who would not give all else for two p

    ennyworth only of beautiful Soup?

    Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?

        Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!

        Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!

    Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,

        Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!'

  `Chorus again!' cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had

just begun to repeat it, when a cry of `The trial's beginning!'

was heard in the distance.

  `Come on!' cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand,

it hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song.

  `What trial is it?' Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon

only answered `Come on!' and ran the faster, while more and more

faintly came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the

melancholy words:--

    `Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,

        Beautiful, beautiful Soup!'

                           CHAPTER XI

                      Who Stole the Tarts?

  The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when

they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them--all sorts

of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards:

the Knave was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on

each side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,

with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the

other.  In the very middle of the court was a table, with a large

dish of tarts upon it:  they looked so good, that it made Alice

quite hungry to look at them--`I wish they'd get the trial done,'

she thought, `and hand round the refreshments!'  But there seemed ()