'It was the best butter, you know,' he said again.
Alice looked over his shoulder with some curiosity.
'What a funny watch!' she remarked. 'It tells the day of the month, and doesn't tell the time!'
'Why?' muttered the Hatter. 'Does your watch tell you what year it is?'
'Of course not,' Alice replied very readily: 'but that's because my year is very long.'
'But my year is also long,' said the Hatter.
'I don't quite understand you,' Alice said.
'The Dormouse is sleeping again,' said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose.
The Dormouse shook its head, and said, 'Of course, of course; it's just what I was going to say.'
'What about the riddle?' asked the Hatter.
'I can't guess,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?'
'No idea,' said the Hatter.
'Nor I,' said the March Hare.
'What's the time?' asked Alice.
'It's always six o'clock now,' the Hatter answered. 'It's always tea-time, and we have no time to wash the dishes.'
'Then you move round, I suppose?' said Alice.
'Exactly so,' said the Hatter.
'But what happens when you come to the beginning again?' Alice asked.
'Let's change the subject,' the March Hare interrupted. 'The young lady will tell us a story, right?'
'I'm afraid I don't know one,' said Alice.
'Then the Dormouse will tell us something,' cried the Hatter and the March Hare. 'Wake up, Dormouse!'
And they pinched it on both sides at once.
The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes.
'I wasn't asleep,' it said in a hoarse, feeble voice: 'I heard every word.'
'Tell us a story!' said the March Hare.
'Yes, please do!' pleaded Alice.
'And be quick,' added the Hatter.
'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…'
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