Humpty Dumpty was sitting with his legs crossed, like
a Turk, on the top of a high wall -- such a narrow one that Alice
quite wondered how he could keep his balance -- and, as his eyes were
steadily fixed in the opposite direction, and he didn't take the
least notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed figure after
all.
`And how exactly like an egg he is!' she said aloud, standing with
her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him
to fall.
`It's VERY provoking,' Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence,
looking away from Alice as he spoke, `to be called an egg -- VERY!'
`I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir,' Alice gently explained. `And
some eggs are very pretty, you know, she added, hoping to turn her
remark into a sort of a compliment.
`Some people,' said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual,
`have no more sense than a baby!'
Alice didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like
conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to HER; in fact,
his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree -- so she stood and
softly repeated to herself: --
`Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
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