So they danced round and round Al-ice, now and then tread-ing on her toes when they passed too close. They waved their fore paws to mark the time, while the Mock Tur-tle sang a queer kind of song, each verse of which end-ed with these words: "'Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?'" "Thank you, it's a fine dance to watch," said Al-ice, glad that it was o-ver at last. "Now," said the Gry-phon, "tell us a-bout what you have seen and done in your life." "I could tell you of the strange things I have seen to-day," said Al-ice, with some doubt as to their wish-ing to hear it. "All right, go on," they both cried. So Al-ice told them what she had been through that day, from the time when she first saw the White Rab-bit. They came up quite close to her, one on each side, and sat still till she got to the part where she tried to say, "You are old, Fath-er Wil-liam," and the words all came wrong. Then the Mock Tur-tle drew a long breath and said, "That's quite strange!" "It's all as strange as it can be," said the Gry-phon. "It all came wrong!" the Mock Tur-tle said, while he seemed to be in deep thought. "I should like to hear her try to say some-thing now. Tell her to be-gin." He looked at the Gry-phon as if he thought it had the right to make Al-ice do as it pleased. [Illustration] "Stand up and say, 'Tis the voice of the Slug-gard,'" said the Gry-phon. "How they do try to make one do things!" thought Al-ice. "I might just as well be at school at once." She stood up and tried to re-peat it, but her head was so full of the Lob-ster Dance, that she didn't know what she was say-ing, and the words all came ver-y queer, in-deed: "'Tis the voice of the lob-ster; I heard him de-clare, 'You have baked me too brown, I must su-gar my hair.' As a duck with its eye-lids, so he with his nose Trims his belt and his but-tons, and turns out his toes." "That's not the way I used to say it when I was a child," said the Gry-phon. "Well, I never heard it before," said the Mock Tur-tle, "but there's no sense in it at all." Al-ice did not speak; she sat down with her face in her hands, and thought, "Will things nev-er be as they used to an-y more?" "I should like you to tell what it means," said the Mock Tur-tle. "She can't do that," said the Gry-phon. "Go on with the next verse." "But his toes?" the Mock Tur-tle went on. "How could he turn them out with his nose, you know?" "Go on with the next verse," the Gry-phon said once more; "it begins 'I passed by his gar-den.'" Al-ice thought she must do as she was told, though she felt sure it would all come wrong, and she went on: "I passed by his gar-den and marked with one eye, How the owl and the oys-ter were shar-ing the pie."