爱丽丝漫游奇境第七章C

"What day of the month is it?" asked the Hatter, turning to Alice.

He had taken his watch out of his pocket and looked at it uneasily. He shook it every now and then and held it to his ear.

Alice thought about it for a minute. "The fourth."

"Two days wrong," sighed the Hatter. He turned to the March Hare. "I told you butter wouldn't work." He looked angrily at the March Hare.

"It was the best butter," the March Hare meekly replied.

"Crumbs must have gotten in as well," sighed the Hatter. He shook his head in disgust. "You shouldn't have put it in with the bread knife."

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily. Then he dipped it into his cup of tea and looked at it again. "It was the best butter, you know. It truly was the best, best butter."