<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></SPAN><SPAN href="#contents">CHAPTER XII.</SPAN></h2>
<h3>AL-ICE ON THE STAND.</h3>
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<p>"Here!" cried Al-ice, but she quite for-got how large she had grown in
the last few min-utes, and jumped up in such haste that the edge of her
skirt tipped the ju-ry box and turned them all out on the heads of the
crowd be-low; and there they lay sprawl-ing a-bout, which made her think
of a globe of gold-fish which she had up-set the week be-fore.</p>
<p>"Oh, I beg your par-don!" she said, and picked them up and put them
backed in the ju-ry box as fast as she could.</p>
<p>"The tri-al can not go on," said the King in a grave voice, "till all
the men are back in place—all," he said with great force and looked
hard at Al-ice.</p>
<p>She looked at the ju-ry box and saw that in her haste she had put the
Liz-ard in head first and the poor thing was wav-ing its tail in the
air, but could not move. She soon got it out and put it right; "not that
it mat-ters much," she thought; "I should think it would be quite as
much use in the tri-al one way up as the oth-er."</p>
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<p>As soon as their slates and pen-cils had been hand-ed back to them, the
ju-ry set to work to write out an ac-count of their fall, all but the
Liz-ard, who seem-ed too weak to write, but sat and gazed up in-to the
roof of the court.</p>
<p>"What do you know of this case?" the King asked Al-ice.</p>
<p>"Not one thing," said Al-ice.</p>
<p>"Not one thing, at all?" asked the King.</p>
<p>"Not one thing, at all," said Al-ice.</p>
<p>"Write that down," the King said to the ju-ry.</p>
<p>The King sat for some time and wrote in his note-book, then he called
out, "Si-lence!" and read from his book, "Rule For-ty-two. Each one more
than a mile high to leave the court."</p>
<p>All looked at Al-ice.</p>
<p>"I'm not a mile high," said Al-ice.</p>
<p>"You are," said the King.</p>
<p>"Not far from two miles high," add-ed the Queen.</p>
<p>"Well, I shan't go," said Al-ice, "for I know that's a new rule you have
just made."</p>
<p>"It's the first rule in the book," said the King.</p>
<p>"Then it ought to be Rule One," said Al-ice.</p>
<p>The King turned pale and shut his note-book at once.</p>
<p>"The ju-ry can now take the case," he said in a weak voice.</p>
<p>"There's more to come yet, please your ma-jes-ty," said the White
Rab-bit, as he jumped up; "this thing has just been picked up."</p>
<p>"What's in it?" asked the Queen.</p>
<p>"I haven't read it yet," said the White Rab-bit, "but it seems to be a
note from the Knave of Hearts to some one."</p>
<p>"Whose name is on it?" said one of the ju-rors.</p>
<p>"There's no name on it," said the White Rab-bit; he looked at it with
more care as he spoke, and add-ed, "it isn't a note at all; it's a set
of rhymes."</p>
<p>"Please your ma-jes-ty," said the Knave, "I didn't write it, and they
can't prove that I did; there's no name signed at the end."</p>
<p>"If you didn't sign it," said the King, "that makes your case worse. You
must have meant some harm or you'd have signed your name like an hon-est
man."</p>
<p>All clapped their hands at this as it was the first smart thing the King
had said that day.</p>
<p>"That proves his guilt," said the Queen.</p>
<p>"It does not prove a thing," said Al-ice, "Why you don't so much as know
what the rhymes are."</p>
<p>"Read them," said the King.</p>
<p>"Where shall I be-gin, your ma-jes-ty?" the White Rab-bit asked.</p>
<p>"Why at the first verse, of course," the King said look-ing quite grave,
"and go on till you come to the end; then stop."</p>
<p>The White Rab-bit read:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"They told me you had been to her,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And spoke of me to him:<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She gave me a good name, in-deed,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But said I could not swim.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"He sent them word that I had gone<br/></span>
<span class="i2">(We know it to be true):<br/></span>
<span class="i0">If she should push the mat-ter on<br/></span>
<span class="i2">What would be-come of you?<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I gave her one, they gave him two,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">You gave us three, or more;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">They all came back from him to you,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Though they were mine be-fore.<br/></span></div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My no-tion was, she liked him best,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">(Be-fore she had this fit)<br/></span>
<span class="i0">This must be kept from all the rest<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But him and you and it."<br/></span></div>
</div>
<p>"That's the best thing we've heard yet," said the King, rub-bing his
hands as if much pleased; "so now let the ju-ry—"</p>
<p>"If one of you can tell what it means," said Al-ice (she had grown so
large by this time that she had no fear of the King) "I should be glad
to hear it. I don't think there's a grain of sense in it."</p>
<p>The ju-ry all wrote down on their slates, "She doesn't think there's a
grain of sense in it." But no one tried to tell what it meant.</p>
<p>"If there's no sense in it," said the King, "that saves a world of work,
you know, as we needn't try to find it. And yet I don't know," he went
on, as he spread out the rhymes on his knee, and looked at them with one
eye: "I seem to find some sense in them—'said I could not swim'—you
can't swim, can you?" he added, turn-ing to the Knave.</p>
<p>The Knave shook his head with a sigh. "Do I look like it?" he said.
(Which it was plain he did not, as he was made of card board.)</p>
<p>"All right, so far," said the King, and he went on: "'We know it to be
true'—that's the ju-ry, of course—'I gave her one, they gave him
two'—that must be what he did with the tarts, you know—"</p>
<p>"But it goes on, 'they all came back from him to you,'" said Al-ice.</p>
<p>"Why, there they are," said the King, point-ing to the tarts. "Isn't
that as clear as can be? Then it goes on, 'before she had this fit'—you
don't have fits, my dear, I think?" he said to the Queen.</p>
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<p>"No! no!" said the Queen in a great rage, throw-ing an ink-stand at the
Liz-ard as she spoke.</p>
<p>"Then the words don't fit you," he said, and looked round the court with
a smile. But no one spoke. "It's a pun," he added in a fierce tone, then
all the court laughed.</p>
<p>"Let the ju-ry now bring in their verdict," the King said.</p>
<p>"No! no!" said the Queen. "Sen-tence first—then the ver-dict."</p>
<p>"Such stuff!" said Al-ice out loud. "Of course the ju-ry must make—"</p>
<p>"Hold your tongue!" screamed the Queen.</p>
<p>"I won't!" said Al-ice.</p>
<p>"Off with her head!" shout-ed the Queen at the top of her voice. No one
moved.</p>
<p>"Who cares for you?" said Al-ice. (She had grown to her full size by
this time.) "You are noth-ing but a pack of cards!"</p>
<p>At this the whole pack rose up in the air and flew down up-on her; she
gave a lit-tle scream and tried to beat them off—and found her-self
ly-ing on the bank with her head in the lap of her sis-ter, who was
brush-ing a-way some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the trees
on to her face.</p>
<p>"Wake up, Al-ice dear," said her sis-ter; "why what a long sleep you
have had!"</p>
<p>"Oh, I've had such a strange dream!" said Al-ice, and then she told her
sis-ter as well as she could all these strange things that you have just
read a-bout; and when she came to the end of it, her sis-ter kissed her
and said: "It was a strange dream, dear, I'm sure; but run now in to
your tea; it's get-ting late."</p>
<p>So Al-ice got up and ran off, think-ing while she ran, as well she
might, what a won-der-ful dream it had been.</p>
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