"I never ask advice about growing," Alice said, indignantly.
"Too proud?" the other inquired.
Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. "I mean," she said, "that one can't help growing older."
"One can't, perhaps," said Humpty Dumpty; "but two can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven."
"What a beautiful belt you've got on!" Alice suddenly remarked. (They had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought; and, if they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) "At least," she corrected herself, on second thoughts, "a beautiful cravat, I should have said—no, a belt, I mean—I beg your pardon!" she added, in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and she began to wish she hadn't chosen that subject. "If only I knew," she thought to her-
