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the Hatter: ‘as the things get used up.’
    â€˜But what happens when you come to the beginning again?’ Alice ventured to ask.
    â€˜Suppose we change the subject,’ the March Hareinterrupted, yawning. ‘I’m getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.’
    â€˜I’m afraid I don’t know one,’ said Alice, rather alarmed at the proposal.
    â€˜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.’
    â€˜Tell us a story!’ said the March Hare.
    â€˜Yes, please do!’ pleaded Alice.
    â€˜And be quick about it,’ added the Hatter, ‘or you’ll be asleep again before it’s done.’
    â€˜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 –’
    â€˜What did they live on?’ said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking.
    â€˜They lived on treacle,’ said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two.
    â€˜They couldn’t have done that, you know,’ Alice gently remarked; ‘they’d have been ill.’
    â€˜So they were,’ said the Dormouse; ‘very ill.’
    Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary way of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, soshe went on: ‘But why did they live at the bottom of a well?’
    â€˜Take some more tea,’ the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
    â€˜I’ve had nothing yet,’ Alice replied in an offended tone, ’so I can’t take more.’
    â€˜You mean you can’t take less, ’ said the Hatter: ‘it’s very easy to take more than nothing.’
    â€˜Nobody asked your opinion,’ said Alice.
    â€˜Who’s making personal remarks now?’ the Hatter asked triumphantly.
    Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and repeated her question. ‘Why did they live at the bottom of a well?’
    The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then said, ‘It was a treacle-well.’
    â€˜There’s no such thing!’ Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare went ‘Sh! sh!’ and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, ‘If you can’t be civil, you’d better finish the story for yourself.’
    â€˜No, please go on!’ Alice said very humbly; ‘I won’t interrupt again. I dare say there may be one .’
    â€˜One, indeed!’ said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented to go on. ‘And so these three little sisters – they were learning to draw, you know –’
    â€˜What did they draw?’ said Alice, quite forgetting her promise.
    â€˜Treacle,’ said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
    â€˜I want a clean cup,’ interrupted the Hatter: ‘let’s all move one place on.’
    He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse’s place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.
    Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: ‘But I don’t understand. Where did they draw the treacle from?’
    â€˜You can draw water out of a water-well,’ said the Hatter; ’so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well – eh, stupid?’
    â€˜But they