The ta-ble was a long one, but the three were all crowd-ed at one cor-ner of it. "No room! No room!" they cried out as soon as they saw Al-ice. "There's plen-ty of room," she said, and sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table. "Have some wine," the March Hare said in a kind tone. Al-ice looked all round the ta-ble, but there was not a thing on it but tea. "I don't see the wine," she said. "There isn't an-y," said the March Hare. "Then it wasn't po-lite of you to ask me to have wine," said Al-ice. "It wasn't po-lite of you to sit down when no one had asked you to have a seat," said the March Hare. "I didn't know it was your ta-ble," said Al-ice; "it's laid for more than three." "Your hair wants cut-ting," said the Hat-ter. He had looked hard at Al-ice for some time, and this was his first speech. "You should learn not to speak to a guest like that," said Al-ice; "it is ve-ry rude." The Hat-ter stretched his eyes quite wide at this; but all he said was, "Why is a rav-en like a desk?" [Illustration] "Come, we shall have some fun now," thought Al-ice. "I think I can guess that," she added out loud. "Do you mean that you think you can find out the an-swer to it?" asked the March Hare. "I do," said Al-ice. "Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on. "I do," Al-ice said; "at least--at least I mean what I say--that's the same thing, you know." "Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hat-ter. "Why, you might just as well say, 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!" "You might just as well say," added the March Hare, that 'I like what I get' is the same thing as 'I get what I like'!" "You might just as well say," added the Dor-mouse, who seemed to be talk-ing in his sleep, "that 'I breathe when I sleep' is the same thing as 'I sleep when I breathe'!" "It is the same with you," said the Hat-ter. No one spoke for some time, while Al-ice tried to think of all she knew of rav-ens and desks, which wasn't much. The Hat-ter was the first to speak. "What day of the month is it?" he said, turn-ing to Al-ice. He had his watch in his hand, looked at it and shook it now and then while he held it to his ear. Al-ice thought a-while, and said, "The fourth." "Two days wrong!" sighed the Hat-ter. "I told you but-ter wouldn't suit this watch," he add-ed with a scowl as he looked at the March Hare. "It was the best but-ter," the March Hare said. "Yes, but some crumbs must have got in," the Hat-ter growled; "you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife." The March Hare took the watch and looked at it; then dipped it in-to his cup of tea and looked at it a-gain; but all he could think to say was, "it was the best but-ter, you know." "Oh, what a fun-ny watch!" said Al-ice. "It tells the day of the month and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!" "Why should it?" growled the Hat-ter. "Does your watch tell what year it is?"