IN CAMBRIDGE
ball. Won't you please tell me what to do?"
"You have been cutting a little too much lately," remarked the King apologetically. "You ought to stop. That's all. Good morning."
"He must be the Recorder," Alice said to herself as he trotted away. "I suppose the Queen will be here soon and have my head cut off if I don't begin to play."
The game was now at its height, and the Queen was rushing about ordering executions right and left.
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" Alice heard the White Rabbit muttering as he hurried by her on his way to the next wicket. "I almost wish she would take my head off. After that party last night—oh dear! oh dear!"
Just then Alice looked up and saw the Queen standing in front of her.
"What are you doing?" said the Queen in a terrible voice.
"Nothing, your Majesty," Alice began timidly.
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