'A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they don't give
birthday presents like that!' But she did not venture to say it out
loud.
'Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp
little chin.
'I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to
feel a little worried.
'Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, 'as pigs have to fly; and
the m--'
But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, even
in the middle of her favourite word 'moral,' and the arm that was linked
into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen
in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm.
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