Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer things happening.
While she was looking at the place where it had been, it suddenly appeared again.
'By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. 'I'd nearly forgotten to ask.'
'It turned into a pig,' Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back in a natural way.
'I thought it would,' said the Cat, and vanished again.
Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and
after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March Hare was
said to live. 'I've seen hatters before,' she said to herself; 'the March Hare
will be much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't be raving
mad-at least not so mad as it was in March.' As she said this, she looked up,
and there was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
'Did you say pig, or fig?' said the Cat.
'I said pig,' replied Alice; 'and I wish you wouldn't keep appearing and
vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite giddy.'
'All right,' said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning
with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time
after the rest of it had gone.
'Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice; 'but a grin without a cat!
It's the most curious thing I ever saw in my life!'
She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house of the March Hare:
she thought it must be the right house, because the chimneys were shaped like ears and
the roof was thatched with fur. It was so large a house, that she did not like to go
nearer till she had nibbled some more of the lefthand bit of mushroom, and raised herself
to about two feet high: even then she walked up towards it rather timidly, saying to
herself 'Suppose it should be raving mad after all! I almost wish I'd gone to see the
Hatter instead!'
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