She is a good-looking young woman dressed in a bizarre red and blue effect, not unlike one of the Queens, but she prefers to be known as the "Dormouse"-- not, however, that she shows the slightest tendency to fall asleep.
On the wall is scribbled, "'There's plenty of room,' said Alice." The people around you seem only pleasantly mad, not dangerously so.
There is a girl with an enchanting scrap of a monkey; there is a youth with a manuscript and a pile of cigarette butts.

The great thing here once more is that they are taking their little play and their little stage with a heavenly seriousness, all of them.

You expect somebody to produce a set of flamingos at any moment and start a game of croquet among the tiny tables.
Not all of the Greenwich restaurants have definite individual characters to maintain consistently.

Sometimes it is just a general spirit of picturesqueness, of adventure, that they are trying to keep up.

The "Mouse Trap," except for the trap hanging outside and a mouse scrawled in chalk on the wall of the entry, carries out no particular suggestion either of traps or mice.