The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then said, `It was a treacle-well.
and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, `If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the story for yourself.
Treacle,' said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare.
Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: `But I don't understand.
But they were IN the well,' Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last remark.
This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it.
They were learning to draw,' the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; `and they drew all manner of things--everything that begins with an M--'
The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: `--that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness-- you know you say things are "much of a muchness"--did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?
This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.