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The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes

choked with sobs, to sing this:-

"Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who

for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful

Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau-ootiful Soo-oop!

Beau-ootiful Soo-oop! Soo-oop of the e-e-evening, Beautiful,

beautiful Soup!

"Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other dish? Who

would not give all else for two p ennyworth only of beautiful

Soup? Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? Beau-ootiful Soo-oop!

Beau-ootiful Soo-oop! Soo-oop of the e-e-evening, Beautiful,

beauti-FUL SOUP!"

"Chorus again!" cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just

begun to repeat it, when a cry of "The trial's beginning!" was

heard in the distance.

"Come on!" cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it

hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song.