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           "Ah!thataccountsforit,"saidtheHatter. "Hewon’tstandbeating. Now,ifyouonlykeptongoodtermswithhim,he’ddoalmostanythingyoulikedwiththeclock. Forinstance,supposeitwerenineo’clockinthemorning,justtimetobeginlessons: you’donlyhavetowhisperahinttoTime,androundgoestheclockinatwinkling! Half-pastone,timefordinner!" 

           ("Ionlywishitwas,"theMarchHaresaidtoitselfinawhisper.) 

           "Thatwouldbegrand,certainly,"saidAlicethoughtfully: "butthen—Ishouldn’tbehungryforit,youknow." 

           "Notatfirst,perhaps,"saidtheHatter: "butyoucouldkeepittohalf-pastoneaslongasyouliked." 

           "Isthatthewayyoumanage? "Aliceasked. 

           TheHattershookhisheadmournfully. "NotI!" hereplied. "WequarreledlastMarch—justbeforehewentmad,youknow—"(pointingwithhisteaspoonattheMarchHare,)" —itwasatthegreatconcertgivenbytheQueenofHearts,andIhadtosing. 

           ‘Twinkle,twinkle,littlebat! 

           HowIwonderwhatyou’reat!’ 

           Youknowthesong,perhaps?" 

           "I’veheardsomethinglikeit,"saidAlice. 

           "Itgoeson,youknow,"theHattercontinued,"inthisway:—