All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.'
`That last line is much too long for the poetry,' she added, almost
out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her.
`Don't stand there chattering to yourself like that,' Humpty Dumpty
said, looking at her for the first time,' but tell me your name and
your business.'
`My NAME is Alice, but -- '
`It's a stupid name enough!' Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently.
`What does it mean?'
`MUST a name mean something?' Alice asked doubtfully.
`Of course it must,' Humpty Dumpty said with a sort laugh: `MY name
means the shape I am -- and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a
name like your, you might be any shape, almost.'
`Why do you sit out here all alone?' said Alice, not wishing to
begin an argument.
`Why, because there's nobody with me!' cried Humpty Dumpty. `Did
you think I didn't know the answer to THAT? Ask another.'
`Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground?' Alice went on,
not with any idea of making another riddle, but simply in her
good-natured anxiety for the queer creature.
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