Chapter II. The Garden Of Live Flowers

  And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would. Indeed, once, when she turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it before she could stop herself.

  `It's no use talking about it,' Alice said, looking up at the house and pretending it was arguing with her. `I'm NOT going in again yet. I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass again--back into the old room--and there'd be an end of all my adventures!'

  So, resolutely turning her back upon the house, she set out once more down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to the hill. For a few minutes all went on well, and she was just saying, `I really SHALL do it this time--' when the path gave a sudden twist and shook itself (as she described it afterwards), and the next moment she found herself actually walking in at the door.

  'Oh, it's too bad!' she cried. `I never saw such a house for getting in the way! Never!'

  However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing to be done but start again. This time she came upon a large flower-bed, with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.

  `O Tiger-lily,' said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, `I WISH you could talk!'

  `We CAN talk,' said the Tiger-lily: `when there's anybody worth talking to.'

  Alice was so astonished that she could not speak for a minute: it quite seemed to take her breath away. At length, as the Tiger-lily only went on waving about, she spoke again, in a timid voice--almost in a whisper. `And can ALL the flowers talk?'

  `As well as YOU can,' said the Tiger-lily. `And a great deal louder.'

  `It isn't manners for us to begin, you know,' said the Rose, `and I really was wondering when you'd speak! Said I to myself, "Her face has got SOME sense in it, thought it's not a clever one!" Still, you're the right colour, and that goes a long way.'

  `I don't care about the colour,' the Tiger-lily remarked. `If only her petals curled up a little more, she'd be all right.'

  Alice didn't like being criticised, so she began asking questions. `Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody to take care of you?'

  `There's the tree in the middle,' said the Rose: `what else is it good for?'

  `But what could it do, if any danger came?' Alice asked.

  `It says "Bough-wough!" cried a Daisy: `that's why its branches are called boughs!'

  `Didn't you know THAT?' cried another Daisy, and here they all began shouting together, till the air seemed quite full of little shrill voices. `Silence, every one of you!' cried the Tiger- lily, waving itself passionately from side to side, and trembling with excitement. `They know I can't get at them!' it panted, bending its quivering head towards Alice, `or they wouldn't dare to do it!'

  `Never mind!' Alice said in a soothing tone, and stooping down to the daisies, who were just beginning again, she whispered, `If you don't hold your tongues, I'll pick you!'

  There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink daisies turned white.

  `That's right!' said the Tiger-lily. `The daisies are worst of all. When one speaks, they all begin together, and it's enough to make one wither to hear the way they go on!'

  `How is it you can all talk so nicely?' Alice said, hoping to get it into a better temper by a compliment. `I've been in many gardens before, but none of the flowers could talk.'

  `Put your hand down, and feel the ground,' said the Tiger-lily. `Then you'll know why.

  Alice did so. `It's very hard,' she said, `but I don't see what that has to do with it.'

  `In most gardens,' the Tiger-lily said, `they make the beds too soft--so that the flowers are always asleep.'

  This sounded a very good reason, and Alice was quite pleased to know it. `I never thought of that before!' she said.

  `It's MY opinion that you never think AT ALL,' the Rose said in a rather severe tone.

  `I never saw anybody that looked stupider,' a Violet said, so suddenly, that Alice quite jumped; for it hadn't spoken before.

  `Hold YOUR tongue!' cried the Tiger-lily. `As if YOU ever saw anybody! You keep your head under the leaves, and snore away there, till you know no more what's going on in the world, than if you were a bud!'

  `Are there any more people in the garden besides me?' Alice said, not choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.

  `There's one other flower in the garden that can move about like you,' said the Rose. `I wonder how you do it--' (`You're always wondering,' said the Tiger-lily), `but she's more bushy than you are.'