
THE King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their
                                            throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them—all sorts
                                            of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave
                                            was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard
                                            him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, and
                                            a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court was a
                                            table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it made
                                            Alice quite hungry to look at them—"I wish they'd get the trial done,"
                                            she thought, "and hand round the refreshments!" But there seemed
                                            to be no chance of this, so she began looking about her, to pass away the
                                            time.
Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she
                                            had read about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she
                                            knew the name of nearly everything there. "That's the judge," she
                                            said to herself, "because of his great wig."
The
                                            judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown over the wig, he
                                            did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not becoming.
"And
                                            that's the jury-box," thought Alice, "and those twelve creatures,"
                                            (she was obliged to say "creatures," you see, because some of them
                                            were animals, and some were birds,) "I suppose they are the jurors."
                                            She said this last word two or three times over to herself, being rather
                                            proud of it: for she thought, and rightly too, that very few little girls of
                                            her age knew the meaning of it at all. However, "jurymen" would
                                            have done just as well.
The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. "What are they all doing?" Alice whispered to the Gryphon. "They can't have anything to put down yet, before the trial's begun."
"They're putting
                                            down their names," the Gryphon whispered in reply, "for fear they
                                            should forget them before the end of the trial."
"Stupid
                                            things!" Alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but she stopped
                                            hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out "Silence in the court!"
                                            and the King put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round, to see who
                                            was talking.
Alice could see, as well as if she
                                            were looking over their shoulders, that all the jurors were writing down
                                            "stupid things!" on their slates, and she could even make out that
                                            one of them didn't know how to spell "stupid," and that he had to
                                            ask his neighbour to tell him. "A nice muddle their slates will be in
                                            before the trial's over!" thought Alice.
One
                                            of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This, of course, Alice could not
                                            stand, and she went round the court and got behind him, and very soon found
                                            an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quickly that the poor little
                                            juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become of
                                            it; so, after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write with one
                                            finger for the rest of the day; and this was of very little use, as it left
                                            no mark on the slate.
"Herald, read the
                                            accusation!" said the King.
On this the
                                            White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled the
                                            parchment scroll, and read as follows:
"The
                                            Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The
                                            Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!"
"Consider
                                            your verdict," the King said to the jury.
"Not
                                            yet, not yet!" the Rabbit hastily interrupted. "There's a great
                                            deal to come before that!"
"Call the
                                            first witness," said the King; and the Rabbit blew three blasts on the
                                            trumpet, and called out "First witness!"
The
                                            first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand and a
                                            piece of bread-and-butter in the other. "I beg pardon, your Majesty,"
                                            he began, "for bringing these in; but I hadn't quite finished my tea
                                            when I was sent for."
"You ought to
                                            have finished," said the King. "When did you begin?"
The
                                            Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the court,
                                            arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. "Fourteenth of March, I think it was,"
                                            he said.
"Fifteenth," said the March
                                            Hare.
"Sixteenth," said the Dormouse.
"Write
                                            that down,"
                                            the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates
                                            on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings
                                            and pence.
"Take off your hat," the
                                            King said to the Hatter.
"It isn't mine,"
                                            said the Hatter.
"Stolen!" the King
                                            exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a memorandum of the fact.
"I
                                            keep them to sell," the Hatter added as an explanation: "I've none
                                            of my own. I'm a hatter."
Here the Queen
                                            put on her spectacles, and began staring hard at the Hatter, who turned pale
                                            and fidgeted.
"Give your evidence,"
                                            said the King; "and don't be nervous, or I'll have you executed on the
                                            spot."
This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread-and-butter.
Just at this
                                            moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which puzzled her a good deal
                                            until she made out what it was: she was beginning to grow larger again, and
                                            she thought at first she would get up and leave the court; but on second
                                            thoughts she decided to remain where she was as long as there was room for
                                            her.
"I wish you wouldn't squeeze so,"
                                            said the Dormouse, who was sitting next to her. "I can hardly breathe."
"I
                                            can't help it," said Alice very meekly: "I'm growing."
"You've
                                            no right to grow here," said the Dormouse.
"Don't
                                            talk nonsense," said Alice more boldly: "you know you're growing
                                            too."
"Yes, but I grow at a
                                            reasonable pace," said the Dormouse; "not in that ridiculous
                                            fashion." And he got up very sulkily and crossed over to the other side
                                            of the court.
All this time the Queen had never
                                            left off staring at the Hatter, and, just as the Dormouse crossed the court,
                                            she said to one of the officers of the court, "Bring me the list of the
                                            singers in the last concert!" on which the wretched Hatter trembled so,
                                            that he shook off both his shoes.
"Give
                                            your evidence," the King repeated angrily, "or I'll have you
                                            executed, whether you're nervous or not."
"I'm
                                            a poor man, your Majesty," the Hatter began, in a trembling voice,
                                            "—and I hadn't begun my tea—not above a week or so—and what with the
                                            bread-and-butter getting so thin—and the twinkling of the tea——"
"The
                                            twinkling of what?" said the King.
"It
                                            began with the tea," the Hatter replied.
"Of
                                            course twinkling begins with a T!" said the King sharply. "Do you
                                            take me for a dunce? Go on!"
"I'm a
                                            poor man," the Hatter went on, "and most things twinkled after
                                            that—only the March Hare said——"
"I
                                            didn't!" the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.
"You
                                            did!" said the Hatter.
"I deny it!"
                                            said the March Hare.
"He denies it,"
                                            said the King: "leave out that part."
"Well,
                                            at any rate, the Dormouse said——" the Hatter went on, looking anxiously
                                            round to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse denied nothing, being
                                            fast asleep.
"After that," continued
                                            the Hatter, "I cut some more bread-and-butter——"
"But
                                            what did the Dormouse say?" one of the jury asked.
"That
                                            I can't remember," said the Hatter.
"You
                                            must remember," remarked the King, "or I'll have you executed."
The
                                            miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, and went down on
                                            one knee. "I'm a poor man, your Majesty," he began.
"You're a very poor speaker," said the King.
Here one of the
                                            guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately suppressed by the officers of the
                                            court. (As that is rather a hard word, I will just explain to you how it was
                                            done. They had a large canvas bag, which tied up at the mouth with strings:
                                            into this they slipped the guinea-pig, head first, and then sat upon it.)
"I'm
                                            glad I've seen that done," thought Alice. "I've so often read in
                                            the newspapers, at the end of trials, 'There was some attempt at applause,
                                            which was immediately suppressed by the officers of the court,' and I never
                                            understood what it meant till now."
"If
                                            that's all you know about it, you may stand down," continued the King.
"I
                                            can't go no lower," said the Hatter: "I'm on the floor, as it is."
"Then
                                            you may sit down," the King replied.
Here
                                            the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed.
"Come,
                                            that finishes the guinea-pigs!" thought Alice. "Now we shall get
                                            on better."
"I'd rather finish my
                                            tea," said the Hatter, with an anxious look at the Queen, who was
                                            reading the list of singers.
"You may go,"
                                            said the King; and the Hatter hurriedly left the court, without even waiting
                                            to put his shoes on.
"—and just take his
                                            head off outside," the Queen added to one of the officers; but the
                                            Hatter was out of sight before the officer could get to the door.
"Call
                                            the next witness!" said the King.
The next
                                            witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in her hand, and
                                            Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into the court, by the way the
                                            people near the door began sneezing all at once.
"Give
                                            your evidence," said the King.
"Sha'n't,"
                                            said the cook.
The King looked anxiously at the
                                            White Rabbit, who said in a low voice, "Your Majesty must cross-examine
                                            this witness."
"Well, if I must, I
                                            must," the King said with a melancholy air, and, after folding his arms
                                            and frowning at the cook till his eyes were nearly out of sight, he said in
                                            a deep voice, "What are tarts made of?"
"Pepper,
                                            mostly," said the cook.
"Treacle,"
                                            said a sleepy voice behind her.
Cook
"Collar
                                            that Dormouse," the Queen shrieked out. "Behead that Dormouse!
                                            Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with his
                                            whiskers."
For some minutes the whole
                                            court was in confusion, getting the Dormouse turned out, and, by the time
                                            they had settled down again, the cook had disappeared.
"Never
                                            mind!" said the King, with an air of great relief. "Call the next
                                            witness." And he added in an undertone to the Queen, "Really, my
                                            dear, you must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead
                                            ache!"
Alice watched the White Rabbit as
                                            he fumbled over the list, feeling very curious to see what the next witness
                                            would be like, "—for they haven't got much evidence yet," she said
                                            to herself. Imagine her surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at the top
                                            of his shrill little voice, the name "Alice!"