CHAPTER V.Wool and Water.
She caught the shawl as she spoke, and looked about for the owner: in another moment the White Queen came running wildly through the wood, with both arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and Alice very civilly went to meet her with the shawl.
"I'm very glad I happened to be in the way," Alice said, as she helped her to put on her shawl again.
The White Queen only looked at her in a helpless frightened sort of way, and kept repeating something in a whisper to herself that sounded like "bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter," and Alice felt that if there was to be any conversation at all, she must manage it herself.

So she began rather timidly: "Am I addressing the White Queen ?" "Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing," The Queen said.

"It isn't MY notion of the thing, at all." Alice thought it would never do to have an argument at the very beginning of their conversation, so she smiled and said, "If your Majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, I'll do it as well as I can." "But I don't want it done at all!" groaned the poor Queen.

"I've been a-dressing myself for the last two hours." It would have been all the better, as it seemed to Alice, if she had got some one else to dress her, she was so dreadfully untidy.

"Every single thing's crooked," Alice thought to herself, "and she's all over pins!--may I put your shawl straight for you ?" she added aloud.
"I don't know what's the matter with it!" the Queen said, in a melancholy voice.