THE GOLDEN AGE
so the White Rabbit scuttled off down the passage and Alice hoped he'd come back 'cos he had a waistcoat on and her flamingo flew up a tree—but we haven't got to that part yet, you must wait a minute, and—where had I got to?'
Jerry only remained passive until Charlotte had got well under way, and then began to heel over quietly in Rosa's direction. His head fell on her plump shoulder, causing her to start nervously.
Charlotte seized and shook him with vigour. 'O Jerry,' she cried piteously, 'if you're not going to be good, how ever shall I tell you my story?'
Jerry's face was injured innocence itself. 'Blame if you like. Madam,' he seemed to say, 'the eternal laws of gravitation, but not a helpless puppet, who is also an orphan and a stranger in the land.'
'Now we'll go on,' began Charlotte once more. 'So she got into the garden at last —I've left out a lot but you won't care, I'll tell you some other time—and they were all playing croquet, and that's where the flamingo comes
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