"In that way," said the Cat, with a wave of its right paw, "lives a Hat-ter; and in that way," with a wave of its left paw, "lives a March Hare. Go to see the one you like; they're both mad." "But I don't want to go where mad folks live," said Al-ice. [Illustration] "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat, "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad!" asked Al-ice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here." Al-ice didn't think that proved it at all, but she went on; "and how do you know that you are mad?" "First," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" "Yes." "Well, then," the Cat went on, "you know a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm an-gry. So you see, I'm mad." "I say the cat purrs; I do not call it a growl," said Al-ice. "Call it what you like," said the Cat. "Do you play cro-quet with the Queen to-day?" "I should like it, but I haven't been asked yet," said Al-ice. "You'll see me there," said the Cat, then fa-ded out of sight. Al-ice did not think this so queer as she was now used to strange things. While she still looked at the place where it had been, it came back a-gain, all at once. "By-the-by, what be-came of the child?" it asked. "It turned in-to a pig," Al-ice said. "I thought it would," said the Cat, then once more fa-ded out of sight. Al-ice wait-ed a while to see if it would come back, then walked on in the way in which the March Hare was said to live. "I've seen Hat-ters," she said to her-self; "so I'll go to see the March Hare." As she said this, she looked up, and there sat the Cat on a branch of a tree. "Did you say pig, or fig?" asked the Cat. "I said pig; and I wish you wouldn't come and go, all at once, like you do; you make one quite gid-dy." "All right," said the Cat; and this time it faded out in such a way that its tail went first, and the last thing Al-ice saw was the grin which stayed some time af-ter the rest of it had gone. "Well, I've seen a cat with-out a grin," thought Al-ice; "but a grin with-out a cat! It's the strang-est thing I ev-er saw in all my life!" She soon came in sight of the house of the March Hare; she thought it must be the right place, as the chim-neys were shaped like ears, and the roof was thatched with fur. It was so large a house, that she did not like to go too near while she was so small; so she ate a small piece from the left-hand bit of mush-room, and raised her-self to two feet high. Then she walked up to the house, though with some fear lest it should be mad as the Cat had said. CHAPTER VII. A MAD TEA-PARTY. There was a ta-ble set out, in the shade of the trees in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hat-ter were at tea; a Dor-mouse sat be-tween them, but it seemed to have gone to sleep.