CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground

A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the

roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at

it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious

thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up

to them she heard one of them say, `Look out now, Five! Don't go

splashing paint over me like that!'

`I couldn't help it,' said Five, in a sulky tone; `Seven jogged

my elbow.'

On which Seven looked up and said, `That's right, Five! Always

lay the blame on others!'

`YOU'D better not talk!'said Five CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground. `I heard the Queen say only

yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!'

`What for?' said the one who had spoken first.

`That's none of YOUR business, Two!' said Seven.

`Yes, it IS his business!' said Five, `and I'll tell him--it

was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.'

Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun `Well, of all

the unjust things--' when his eye chanced to fall upon Alice, as

she stood watching them, and he checked himself suddenly: the

others looked round also, and all of them bowed low.

`Would you tell me,' said Alice, a CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground little timidly, `why you are

painting those roses?'

Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a

low voice, `Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to

have been a RED rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake;

and if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads

cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our best, afore

she comes, to--' At this moment Five, who had been anxiously

looking across the garden, called out `The Queen! The Queen!'

and the three CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon

their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps, and Alice

looked round, eager to see the Queen.

First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped

like the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and

feet at the corners: next the ten courtiers; these were

ornamented all over with diamonds, and walked two and two, as the

soldiers did. After these came the royal children; there were

ten of them, and the little dears came jumping merrily along hand

in hand, in couples: they were all ornamented with hearts. Next

came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among them CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground Alice

recognised the White Rabbit: it was talking in a hurried nervous

manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by without

noticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the

King's crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and, last of all this

grand procession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS.

Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on

her face like the three gardeners, but she could not remember

every having heard of such a rule at processions; `and besides,

what would be the use of a procession,' thought she, `if people

had all to lie down upon CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground their faces, so that they couldn't see

it?' So she stood still where she was, and waited.

When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped

and looked at her, and the Queen said severely `Who is this?'

She said it to the Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in

reply.

`Idiot!' said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and,

turning to Alice, she went on, `What's your name, child?'

`My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,' said Alice very

politely; but she added, to herself, `Why, they're only a pack of

cards, after all. I needn CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground't be afraid of them!'

`And who are THESE?' said the Queen, pointing to the three

gardeners who were lying round the rosetree; for, you see, as

they were lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs

was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether

they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her

own children.

`How should I know?' said Alice, surprised at her own courage.

`It's no business of MINE.'

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her

for a moment like a wild beast, screamed `Off with her head CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground!

Off--'

`Nonsense!' said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the

Queen was silent.

The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said

`Consider, my dear: she is only a child!'

The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave

`Turn them over!'

The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot.

`Get up!' said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the

three gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the

King, the Queen, the royal children, and everybody else.

`Leave off that!' screamed the Queen. `You make me giddy.'

And then, turning to CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground the rose-tree, she went on, `What HAVE you

been doing here?'

`May it please your Majesty,' said Two, in a very humble tone,

going down on one knee as he spoke, `we were trying--'

`I see!' said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the

roses. `Off with their heads!' and the procession moved on,

three of the soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate

gardeners, who ran to Alice for protection.

`You shan't be beheaded!' said Alice, and she put them into a

large flower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered

about for a minute or two, looking for them, and then CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground quietly

marched off after the others.



`Are their heads off?' shouted the Queen.

`Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!' the soldiers

shouted in reply.

`That's right!' shouted the Queen. `Can you play croquet?'

The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question

was evidently meant for her.

`Yes!' shouted Alice.

`Come on, then!' roared the Queen, and Alice joined the

procession, wondering very much what would happen next.

`It's--it's a very fine day!' said a timid voice at her side.

She was walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously

into her face CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground.

`Very,' said Alice: `--where's the Duchess?'

`Hush! Hush!' said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He

looked anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised

himself upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear, and

whispered `She's under sentence of execution.'

`What for?' said Alice.

`Did you say "What a pity!"?' the Rabbit asked.

`No, I didn't,' said Alice: `I don't think it's at all a pity.

I said "What for?"'

`She boxed the Queen's ears--' the Rabbit began. Alice gave a

little scream of laughter. `Oh, hush!' the Rabbit whispered CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground in a

frightened tone. `The Queen will hear you! You see, she came

rather late, and the Queen said--'

`Get to your places!' shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder,

and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up

against each other; however, they got settled down in a minute or

two, and the game began. Alice thought she had never seen such a

curious croquet-ground in her life; it was all ridges and

furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live

flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to

stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her

flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away,

comfortably enough, under her arm, with its legs hanging down,

but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely straightened

out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it

WOULD twist itself round and look up in her face, with such a

puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing:

and when she had got its head down, and was going to begin again,

it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled

itself, and was in CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground the act of crawling away: besides all this,

there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she

wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers

were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the

ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very

difficult game indeed.

The players all played at once without waiting for turns,

quarrelling all the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in

a very short time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went

stamping about, and shouting `Off with his head!' or CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground `Off with

her head!' about once in a minute.

Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not as

yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might

happen any minute, `and then,' thought she, `what would become of

me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great

wonder is, that there's any one left alive!'

She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering

whether she could get away without being seen, when she noticed a

curious appearance in the air: it puzzled her very much at

first, but, after watching it a minute CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground or two, she made it out to

be a grin, and she said to herself `It's the Cheshire Cat: now I

shall have somebody to talk to.'

`How are you getting on?' said the Cat, as soon as there was

mouth enough for it to speak with.

Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. `It's no

use speaking to it,' she thought, `till its ears have come, or at

least one of them.' In another minute the whole head appeared,

and then Alice put down her flamingo, and began an account of the

game, feeling very glad she had someone to listen to CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground her. The

Cat seemed to think that there was enough of it now in sight, and

no more of it appeared.

`I don't think they play at all fairly,' Alice began, in rather

a complaining tone,' and they all quarrel so dreadfully one can't

hear oneself speak--and they don't seem to have any rules in

particular; at least, if there are, nobody attends to them--and

you've no idea how confusing it is all the things being alive;

for instance, there's the arch I've got to go through next

walking about at the other end of the ground--and I CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground should have

croqueted the Queen's hedgehog just now, only it ran away when it

saw mine coming?'

`How do you like the Queen?' said the Cat in a low voice.

`Not at all,' said Alice: `she's so extremely--' Just then

she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so

she went on, `--likely to win, that it's hardly worth while

finishing the game.'

The Queen smiled and passed on.

`Who ARE you talking to?' said the King, going up to Alice, and

looking at the Cat's head with great curiosity.

`It's a friend of mine--a CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground Cheshire Cat,' said Alice: `allow me

to introduce it.'

`I don't like the look of it at all,' said the King: `however,

it may kiss my hand if it likes.'

`I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.

`Don't be impertinent,' said the King, `and don't look at me

like that!' He got behind Alice as he spoke.

`A cat may look at a king,' said Alice. `I've read that in

some book, but I don't remember where.'

`Well, it must be removed,' said the King very decidedly, and

he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, `My dear CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground! I

wish you would have this cat removed!'

The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great

or small. `Off with his head!' she said, without even looking

round.

`I'll fetch the executioner myself,' said the King eagerly, and

he hurried off.

Alice thought she might as well go back, and see how the game

was going on, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance,

screaming with passion. She had already heard her sentence three

of the players to be executed for having missed their turns, and

she did not like the look of things at all, as the game CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground was in

such confusion that she never knew whether it was her turn or

not. So she went in search of her hedgehog.

The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog,

which seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one

of them with the other: the only difficulty was, that her

flamingo was gone across to the other side of the garden, where

Alice could see it trying in a helpless sort of way to fly up

into a tree.

By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back,

the fight was over, and both the hedgehogs were out CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground of sight:

`but it doesn't matter much,' thought Alice, `as all the arches

are gone from the side of the ground.' So she tucked it away

under her arm, that it might not escape again, and went back for

a little more conversation with her friend.

When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to

find quite a large crowd collected round it: there was a dispute

going on between the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who

were all talking at once, while all the rest were quite silent,

and looked very uncomfortable.

The moment Alice appeared, she was CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground appealed to by all three to

settle the question, and they repeated their arguments to her,

though, as they all spoke at once, she found it very hard indeed

to make out exactly what they said.

The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a

head unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had

never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn't going to begin

at HIS time of life.

The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could be

beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense.

The CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about

it in less than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round.

(It was this last remark that had made the whole party look so

grave and anxious.)

Alice could think of nothing else to say but `It belongs to the

Duchess: you'd better ask HER about it.'

`She's in prison,' the Queen said to the executioner: `fetch

her here.' And the executioner went off like an arrow.

The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and,

by the time he had disappeared; so CHAPTER VIII The Queen's Croquet-Ground the King and the executioner

ran wildly up and down looking for it, while the rest of the

party went back to the game.


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