This seemed quite natural (she
remembered afterwards), and she was not even surprised to hear music
playing: it seemed to come from the tree under which they were
dancing, and it was done (as well as she could make it out) by the
branches rubbing one across the other, like fiddles and
fiddle-sticks.
`But it certainly WAS funny,' (Alice said afterwards, when she was
telling her sister the history of all this,) `to find myself singing
"HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH." I don't know when I began it,
but somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long long time!'
The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of breath. `Four
times round is enough for one dance,' Tweedledum panted out, and they
left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music stopped at
the same moment.
Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood looking at her for a
minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as Alice didn't know how to
begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with. `It
would never do to say "How d'ye do?" NOW,' she said to herself: `we
seem to have got beyond that, somehow!'
`I hope you're not much tired?' she said at last.
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