It was very black indeed.
'It _is_ a pity,' it said; 'but they say they cannot live without drinking, so they waste their time in drawing water from the wells.' 'Wouldn't it be nice,' said Lucy, 'if you had a machine for drawing water.

Then they could sing to you all day--if they chose.' 'If _I_ chose,' said the Great Sloth, yawning like a hippopotamus.

'I am sleepy.

Go!' 'No,' said Lucy, and it was so long since the Great Sloth had heard that word that the shock of the sound almost killed its sleepiness.
'_What_ did you say ?' it asked, as if it could not believe its large ears.
'I said "No,"' said Lucy.

'I mean that you are so great and grand you have only to wish for anything and you get it.' 'Is that so ?' said the Great Sloth dreamily and like an American.
'Yes,' said Lucy with firmness.