'
Here the Red Queen began again. `Can you answer useful questions?'
she said. `How is bread made?'
`I know THAT!' Alice cried eagerly. `You take some flour -- '
`Where do you pick the flower?' the White Queen asked. `In a
garden, or in the hedges?'
`Well, it isn't PICKED at all,' Alice explained: `it's GROUND -- '
`How many acres of ground?' said the White Queen. `You mustn't
leave out so many things.'
`Fan her head!' the Red Queen anxiously interrupted. `She'll be
feverish after so much thinking.' So they set to work and fanned her
with bunches of leaves, till she had to beg them to leave off, it
blew her hair about so.
`She's all right again now,' said the Red Queen. `Do you know
Languages? What's the French for fiddle-de-dee?'
`Fiddle-de-dee's not English,' Alice replied gravely.
`Who ever said it was?' said the Red Queen.
Alice thought she saw a way out of the difficulty this time. `If
you'll tell me what language "fiddle-de-dee" is, I'll tell you the
French for it!' she exclaimed triumphantly.
But the Red Queen drew herself up rather stiffly, and said `Queens
never make bargains.'
`I wish Queens never asked questions,' Alice thought to herself.
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