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<h3>CHAPTER XI<br>
Who Stole the Tarts?</h3>
<p><a href="index.html">The King</a> and <a href="#"-
>Queen of Hearts</a> were seated on their throne -
when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled a-
bout them--all sorts of little birds and beasts, -
as well as the whole pack of cards: the <a href="-
#">Knave</a> was standing before them, in chains,-
with a soldier on each side to guard him; and ne-
ar the King was the <a href="#">White Rabbit</a>,-
with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of parc-
hment in the other. In the very middle of the cou-
rt was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon i-
t: they looked so good, that it made Alice quite -
hungry to look at them--'I wish they'd get the tr-
ial done,' she thought, 'and hand round the refre-
shments!' But there seemed to be no chance of thi-
s, so she began looking at everything about her, -
to pass away the time.</p>
<p><a href="#">Alice</a> had never been in a court o-
f justice before, but she had read about them in -
books, and she was quite pleased to find that she-
knew the name of nearly everything there. 'That'-
s the judge,' she said to herself, 'because of hi-
s great wig.'</p>
<p><a href="#">The judge</a>, by the way, was the Ki-
ng; and as he wore his crown over the wig, (look -
at the frontispiece if you want to see how he did-
it,) he did not look at all comfortable, and it -
was certainly not becoming.</p>
<p>'And that's the jury-box,' thought Alice, 'and th-
ose twelve creatures,' (she was obliged to say 'c-
reatures,' you see, because some of them were ani-
mals, and some were birds,) 'I suppose they are t-
he <a href="#">jurors</a>.' She said this last wo-
rd two or three times over to herself, being rath-
er proud of it: for she thought, and rightly too,-
that very few little girls of her age knew the m-
eaning of it at all. However, 'jury-men' would ha-
ve done just as well.</p>
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