"Do you know Languages?
What's the French for fiddle-de-dee ?" "Fiddle-de-dee's not English," Alice replied gravely.
"Who ever said it was ?" said the Red Queen.
Alice thought she saw a way out of the difficulty this time.

"If you'll tell me what language "fiddle-de-dee" is, I'll tell you the French for it!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
But the Red Queen drew herself up rather stiffly, and said "Queens never make bargains." "I wish Queens never asked questions," Alice thought to herself.
"Don't let us quarrel," the White Queen said in an anxious tone.

"What is the cause of lightning ?" "The cause of lightning," Alice said very decidedly, for she felt quite certain about this, "is the thunder--no, no!" she hastily corrected herself.

"I meant the other way." "It's too late to correct it," said the Red Queen: "when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences." "Which reminds me--" the White Queen said, looking down and nervously clasping and unclasping her hands, "we had SUCH a thunderstorm last Tuesday--I mean one of the last set of Tuesdays, you know." Alice was puzzled.

"In OUR country," she remarked, "there's only one day at a time." The Red Queen said, "That's a poor thin way of doing things.