`I'm not so sure of that,' said the Unicorn.
`Why, I beat you all round the town, you chicken!' the Lion replied
angrily, half getting up as he spoke.
Here the King interrupted, to prevent the quarrel going on: he was
very nervous, and his voice quite quivered. `All round the town?' he
said. `That's a good long way. Did you go by the old bridge, or the
market-place? You get the best view by the old bridge.'
`I'm sure I don't know,' the Lion growled out as he lay down again.
`There was too much dust to see anything. What a time the Monster
is, cutting up that cake!'
Alice had seated herself on the bank of a little brook, with the
great dish on her knees, and was sawing away diligently with the
knife. `It's very provoking!' she said, in reply to the Lion (she
was getting quite used to being called `the Monster'). `I've cut
several slices already, but they always join on again!'
`You don't know how to manage Looking-glass cakes,' the Unicorn
remarked. `Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards.'
This sounded nonsense, but Alice very obediently got up, and
carried the dish round, and the cake divided itself into three pieces
as she did so.
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