s last remark.
    »There's one other flower in the garden that can move about like you,« said
the Rose. »I wonder how you do it -« (»You're always wondering,« said the
Tiger-lily), »but she's more bushy than you are.«
    »Is she like me?« Alice asked eagerly, for the thought crossed her mind,
»There's another little girl in the garden, somewhere!«
    »Well, she has the same awkward shape as you,« the Rose said: »but she's
redder - and her petals are shorter, I think.«
    »They're done up close, like a dahlia,« said the Tiger-lily: »not tumbled
about, like yours.«
    »But that's not your fault,« the Rose added kindly. »You're beginning to
fade, you know - and then one ca'n't help one's petals getting a little untidy.«
    Alice didn't like this idea at all: so, to change the subject, she asked
»Does she ever come out here?«
    »I daresay you'll see her soon,« said the Rose. »She's one of the kind that
has nine spikes, you know.«
    »Where does she wear them?« Alice asked with some curiosity.
    »Why, all round her head, of course,« the Rose replied. »I was wondering you
hadn't got some too. I thought it was the regular rule.«
    »She's coming!« cried the Larkspur. »I hear her footstep, thump, thump,
along the gravel-walk!«
    Alice looked round eagerly and found that it was the Red Queen. »She's grown
a good deal!« was her first remark. She had indeed: when Alice first found her
in the ashes, she had been only three inches high - and here she was, half a
head taller than Alice herself!
    »It's the fresh air that does it,« said the Rose: »wonderfully fine air it
is, out here.«
    »I think I'll go and meet her,« said Alice, for, though the flowers were
interesting enough, she felt that it would be far grander to have a talk with a
real Queen.
    »You can't possibly do that,« said the Rose: »I should advise you to walk
the other way.«
    This sounded nonsense
