Alice was beginning to feel a little worried.
'Just about as much right,' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!'
'I can't explain it,' said Alice, 'we learned French and music.'
'And washing?' said the Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked with sobs, to sing this:--
'Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
'Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup? Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup? Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!'
'Chorus again!' cried the Gryphon.
'Of course,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone. And the Gryphon at the top of her voice. Nobody moved.