Alice was sorry for this, as she wanted to hear the
news too. However, instead of whispering, he simply shouted at the
top of his voice `They're at it again!'
`Do you call THAT a whisper?' cried the poor King, jumping up and
shaking himself. `If you do such a thing again, I'll have you
buttered! It went through and through my head like an earthquake!'
`It would have to be a very tiny earthquake!' thought Alice. `Who
are at it again?' she ventured to ask.
`Why the Lion and the Unicorn, of course,' said the King.
`Fighting for the crown?'
`Yes, to be sure,' said the King: `and the best of the joke is,
that it's MY crown all the while! Let's run and see them.' And they
trotted off, Alice repeating to herself, as she ran, the words of the
old song: --
`The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:
The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.'
`Does -- the one -- that wins -- get the crown?' she asked, as well
as she could, for the run was putting her quite out of breath.
`Dear me, no!' said the King.
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