'By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. 'I'd nearly
forgotten to ask.'
'It turned into a pig,' Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back
in a natural way.
'I thought it would,' said the Cat, and vanished again.
Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not
appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in
which the March Hare was said to live. 'I've seen hatters before,' she
said to herself; 'the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and
perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad--at least not so mad as
it was in March.' As she said this, she looked up, and there was the Cat
again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
'Did you say pig, or fig?' said the Cat.
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