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<h2>IX—WHO STOLE THE TARTS?</h2>
<p><span style="float:left;font-size:50px;line-height:38px;padding-top:2px;">T</span>he King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they
arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them—all sorts of little
birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was
standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard
him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand
and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_43" id="Page_43"></SPAN></span>
was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it. "I wish they'd get the
trial done," Alice thought, "and hand 'round the refreshments!"</p>
<p class="figright"><SPAN href="images/i019.jpg"><ANTIMG src="images/i019_th.jpg" alt="Illo19" /></SPAN></p>
<p>The judge, by the way, was the King and he wore his crown over his great
wig. "That's the jury-box," thought Alice; "and those twelve creatures
(some were animals and some were birds) I suppose they are the jurors."</p>
<p>Just then the White Rabbit cried out "Silence in the court!"</p>
<p>"Herald, read the accusation!" said the King.</p>
<p>On this, the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, then
unrolled the parchment-scroll and read as follows:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">All on a summer day;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And took them quite away!"<br/></span></div>
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<p>"Call the first witness," said the King; and the White Rabbit blew three
blasts on the trumpet and called out, "First witness!"</p>
<p>The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_44" id="Page_44"></SPAN></span> a teacup in one hand
and a piece of bread and butter in the other.</p>
<p>"You ought to have finished," said the King. "When did you begin?"</p>
<p>The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the
court, arm in arm with the Dormouse. "Fourteenth of March, I <i>think</i> it
was," he said.</p>
<p>"Give your evidence," said the King, "and don't be nervous, or I'll have
you executed on the spot."</p>
<p>This did not seem to encourage the witness at all; he kept shifting from
one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and, in his
confusion, he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread
and butter.</p>
<p>Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation—she was
beginning to grow larger again.</p>
<p>The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread and butter and went
down on one knee. "I'm a poor man, Your Majesty," he began.</p>
<p>"You're a <i>very</i> poor <i>speaker</i>," said the King.</p>
<p>"You may go," said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the court.</p>
<p>"Call the next witness!" said the King.</p>
<p>The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in
her hand and the people near the door began sneezing all at once.</p>
<p>"Give your evidence," said the King.</p>
<p>"Sha'n't," said the cook.</p>
<p>The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said, in a low voice,
"Your Majesty must cross-examine <i>this</i> witness."<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_45" id="Page_45"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Well, if I must, I must," the King said. "What are tarts made of?"</p>
<p>"Pepper, mostly," said the cook.</p>
<p>For some minutes the whole court was in confusion and by the time they
had settled down again, the cook had disappeared.</p>
<p>"Never mind!" said the King, "call the next witness."</p>
<p>Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list. Imagine her
surprise when he read out, at the top of his shrill little voice, the
name "Alice!"</p>
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