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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!"