which
happened to be the Goat's beard.
But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it, and she found
herself sitting quietly under a tree -- while the Gnat (for that was
the insect she had been talking to) was balancing itself on a twig
just over her head, and fanning her with its wings.
It certainly was a VERY large Gnat: `about the size of a chicken,'
Alice thought. Still, she couldn't feel nervous with it, after they
had been talking together so long.
` -- then you don't like all insects?' the Gnat went on, as quietly
as if nothing had happened.
`I like them when they can talk,' Alice said. `None of them ever
talk, where _I_ come from.'
`What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where YOU come from?' the
Gnat inquired.
`I don't REJOICE in insects at all,' Alice explained, `because I'm
rather afraid of them -- at least the large kinds. But I can tell
you the names of some of them."
`Of course they answer to their names?' the Gnat remarked
carelessly.
`I never knew them do it.'
`What's the use of their having names the Gnat said, `if they won't
answer to them?'
`No use to THEM,' said Alice; `but it's useful to the people who
name them, I suppose.
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