`NOW cut it up,' said the Lion, as she returned to
her place with the empty dish.
`I say, this isn't fair!' cried the Unicorn, as Alice sat with the
knife in her hand, very much puzzled how to begin. `The Monster has
given the Lion twice as much as me!'
`She's kept none for herself, anyhow,' said the Lion. `Do you like
plum-cake, Monster?'
But before Alice could answer him, the drums began.
Where the noise came from, she couldn't make out: the air seemed
full of it, and it rang through and through her head till she felt
quite deafened. She started to her feet and sprang across the little
brook in her terror,
and had just time to see the Lion and the Unicorn rise to their feet,
with angry looks at being interrupted in their feast, before she
dropped to her knees, and put her hands over her hears, vainly trying
to shut out the dreadful uproar.
`If THAT doesn't "drum them out of town,"' she thought to herself,
'nothing ever will!'
CHAPTER VIII
`It's my own Invention'
After a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was
dead silence, and Alice lifted up her head in some alarm.
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