`I'm not a visitor, and I'm not a servant.
There OUGHT to be one marked "Queen," you know -- '
Just then the door opened a little way, and a creature with a long
beak put its head out for a moment and said `No admittance till the
week after next!' and shut the door again with a bang.
Alice knocked and rang in vain for a long time, but at last, a very
old Frog, who was sitting under a tree, got up and hobbled slowly
towards her: he was dressed in bright yellow, and had enormous boots
on.
`What is it, now?' the Frog said in a deep hoarse whisper.
Alice turned round, ready to find fault with anybody. `Where's the
servant whose business it is to answer the door?' she began angrily.
`Which door?' said the Frog.
Alice almost stamped with irritation at the slow drawl in which he
spoke. `THIS door, of course!'
The Frog looked at the door with his large dull eyes for a minute:
then he went nearer and rubbed it with his thumb, as if he were
trying whether the paint would come off; then he looked at Alice.
`To answer the door?' he said. `What's it been asking of?' He was
so hoarse that Alice could scarcely hear him.
`I don't know what you mean,' she said.
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