`Certainly not,' the Red Queen, very decidedly: `it isn't etiquette
to cut any one you've been introduced to. Remove the joint!' And
the waiters carried it off, and brought a large plum-pudding in its
place.
`I won't be introduced to the pudding, please,' Alice said rather
hastily, `or shall we get no dinner at all. May I give you some?'
But the Red Queen looked sulky, and growled `Pudding -- Alice;
Alice -- Pudding. Remove the pudding!' and the waiters took it
always so quickly that Alice couldn't return its bow.
However, she didn't see why the Red Queen should be the only one to
give orders, so, as an experiment, she called out `Waiter! Bring back
the pudding!' and there it was again in a moment like a
conjuring-trick. It was so large that she couldn't help feeling a
LITTLE shy with it, as she had been with the mutton; however, she
conquered her shyness by a great effort and cut a slice and handed it
to the Red Queen.
`What impertinence!' said the Pudding. `I wonder how you'd like
it, if I were to cut a slice out of YOU, you creature!'
`It spoke in a thick, suety sort of voice, and Alice hadn't a word
to say in reply: she could only sit and look at it and gasp.
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