The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till she was out of sight: then it chuckled.

The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till  she was out of sight: then it chuckled. 'What fun!' said the Gryphon,  half to itself, half to Alice. 'What IS the fun?' said Alice. 'Why, SHE,' said the Gryphon. 'It's all her fancy, that: they never  executes nobody, you know. Come on!' 'Everybody says "come on!" here,' thought Alice, as she went slowly  after it: 'I never was so ordered about in all my life, never!' They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance,  sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came  nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She  pitied him deeply. 'What is his sorrow?' she asked the Gryphon, and the  Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, 'It's all his  fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!' So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes  full of tears, but said nothing. 'This here young lady,' said the Gryphon, 'she wants for to know your  history, she do.' 'I'll tell it her,' said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone: 'sit  down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished.' So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to  herself, 'I don't see how he can EVEN finish, if he doesn't begin.' But  she waited patiently. 'Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, 'I was a real  Turtle.' These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an  occasional exclamation of 'Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and the constant  heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and  saying, 'Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,' but she could  not help thinking there MUST be more to come, so she sat still and said  nothing. 'When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly,  though still sobbing a little now and then, 'we went to school in the  sea. The master was an old Turtle—we used to call him Tortoise—' 'Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice asked. 'We called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock Turtle  angrily: 'really you are very dull!' 'You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question,'  added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poor  Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Gryphon said  to the Mock Turtle, 'Drive on, old fellow! Don't be all day about it!'  and he went on in these words: 'Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it—' 'I never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice. 'You did,' said the Mock Turtle. 'Hold your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak again.  The Mock Turtle went on. 'We had the best of educations—in fact, we went to school every day—' 'I'VE been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; 'you needn't be so proud  as all that.' 'With extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously. 'Yes,' said Alice, 'we learned French and music.' 'And washing?' said the Mock Turtle. 'Certainly not!' said Alice indignantly.