Its wings are
thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is
a lump of sugar.'
`And what does IT live on?'
`Weak tea with cream in it.'
A new difficulty came into Alice's head. `Supposing it couldn't
find any?' she suggested.
`Then it would die, of course.'
`But that must happen very often,' Alice remarked thoughtfully.
`It always happens,' said the Gnat.
After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two, pondering. The
Gnat amused itself meanwhile by humming round and round her head: at
last it settled again and remarked, `I suppose you don't want to lose
your name?'
`No, indeed,' Alice said, a little anxiously.
`And yet I don't know,' the Gnat went on in a careless tone: `only
think how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home
without it! For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to
your lessons, she would call out "come here -- ," and there she would
have to leave off, because there wouldn't be any name for her to all,
and of course you wouldn't have to go, you know.'
`That would never do, I'm sure,' said Alice: `the governess would
never think of excusing me lessons for that.
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