`That's right!' said the Tiger-lily. `The daisies are worst of
all. When one speaks, they all begin together, and it's enough to
make one wither to hear the way they go on!'
`How is it you can all talk so nicely?' Alice said, hoping to get
it into a better temper by a compliment. `I've been in many gardens
before, but none of the flowers could talk.'
`Put your hand down, and feel the ground,' said the Tiger-lily.
`Then you'll know why.
Alice did so. `It's very hard,' she said, `but I don't see what
that has to do with it.'
`In most gardens,' the Tiger-lily said, `they make the beds too
soft -- so that the flowers are always asleep.'
This sounded a very good reason, and Alice was quite pleased to
know it. `I never thought of that before!' she said.
`It's MY opinion that you never think AT ALL,' the Rose said in a
rather severe tone.
`I never say anybody that looked stupider,' a Violet said, so
suddenly, that Alice quite jumped; for it hadn't spoken before.
`Hold YOUR tongue!' cried the Tiger-lily. `As if YOU ever saw
anybody! You keep your head under the leaves, and snore away there,
till you know no more what's going on in the world, that if you were
a bud!'
`Are there any more people in the garden besides me?' Alice said,
not choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.
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