If she couldn't
remember my name, she'd call me "Miss!" as the servants do.'
`Well. if she said "Miss," and didn't say anything more,' the Gnat
remarked, `of course you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. I wish
YOU had made it.'
`Why do you wish _I_ had made it?' Alice asked. `It's a very bad
one.'
But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling
down its cheeks.
`You shouldn't make jokes,' Alice said, `if it makes you so
unhappy.'
Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this time
the poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for, when
Alice looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig,
and, as she was getting quite chilly with sitting still so, long she
got up and walked on.
She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side
of it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a
LITTLE timid about going into it. However, on second thoughts, she
made up her mind to go on: `for I certainly won't go BACK,' she
thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.
`This must be the wood, she said thoughtfully to herself, `where
things have no names.
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