‘I forgot to ask,’ said the Cat. ‘What happened to the baby?’
‘It turned into a pig,’ Alice said.
‘I’m not surprised,’ said the Cat, and vanished again.
Alice began to walk on, and decided to visit the March Hare. ‘It’s the month of May now,’ she said to herself, ‘so perhaps the Hare won’t be as mad as he was in March.’
Suddenly, there was the Cheshire Cat again, sitting in another tree. Alice jumped in surprise.
‘Do you think,’ she said politely, ‘that you could come and go more slowly?’
‘All right,’ said the Cat. And this time it vanished very slowly. First its tail went, then its body, then its head, and last, the grin.
‘Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,’ thought Alice, ‘but never a grin without a cat!’
Soon she saw the house of the march Hare in front of her. It was a large house, so she ate a little piece of mushroom to get bigger, and walked on.
