Chapter 3 A
Caucus-Race and a Long TaleThey were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the
bank—the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur
clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and
uncomfortable.
The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had
a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite
natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as
if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long
argument with the Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would only
say, “I’m older than you, and must know better.” And this Alice
would not allow, without knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory
positively refused to tell its age, there was no more to be
said.
At last the Mouse, who s
