THE LOBSTER-QUADRILLE II3

"Shall we try another figure of the Lobster-Quadrille?" the Gryphon went on. "Or would you like the Mock Tur- tle to sing you another song?" "Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turde would be so kind," Alice replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone, "Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her 'Turtle Soupy will you, old fellow?" The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began in a voice choked with sobs, to sing this: —

• ' Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,

Waiting in a hot tureenl Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! Soo — oop of the e — e — evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup! Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two p enny worth only of beautiful Soup? Pennyworth only of beautiful soup? Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! Beau — ootiful Soo — oop! Soo — oop of the e — e — evening. Beautiful, beauti—FUL SOUP!" "Chorus again!" cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Tur- tle had just begun to repeat it, when a cry of "The trial's beginning!" was heard in the distance. "Come on!" cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it hurried off, without waiting for the end o£ the song.