`Sap and sawdust,' said the Gnat.  `Go on with the list.'

  Alice looked up at the Rocking-horse-fly with great interest, and
made up her mind that it must have been just repainted, it looked so
bright and sticky; and then she went on.

  `And there's the Dragon-fly.'

  `Look on the branch above your head,' said the Gnat, `and there
you'll find a snap-dragon-fly.  Its body is made of plum-pudding, its
wings of holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.'

  `And what does it live on?'

  `Frumenty and mince pie,' the Gnat replied; `and it makes is nest
in a Christmas box.'

  `And then there's the Butterfly,' Alice went on, after she had
taken a good look at the insect with its head on fire, and had
thought to herself, `I wonder if that's the reason insects are so
fond of flying into candles -- because they want to turn into
Snap-dragon-flies!'

  `Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in
some alarm), `you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly.  Its wings are
thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is
a lump of sugar.'

  `And what does IT live on?'

  `Weak tea with cream in it.'

  A new difficulty came into Alice's head.  `Supposing it couldn't
find any?' she suggested.

  `Then it would die, of course.'

  `But that must happen very often,' Alice remarked thoughtfully.

  `It always happens,' said the Gnat.

  After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two, pondering. The
Gnat amused itself meanwhile by humming round and round her head: at
last it settled again and remarked, `I suppose you don't want to lose
your name?'

  `No, indeed,' Alice said, a little anxiously.

  `And yet I don't know,' the Gnat went on in a careless tone: `only
think how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home
without it!  For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to
your lessons, she would call out "come here -- ," and there she would
have to leave off, because there wouldn't be any name for her to all,
and of course you wouldn't have to go, you know.'

  `That would never do, I'm sure,' said Alice: `the governess would
never think of excusing me lessons for that.  If she couldn't
remember my name, she'd call me "Miss!" as the servants do.'

  `Well. if she said "Miss," and didn't say anything more,' the Gnat
remarked, `of course you'd miss your lessons.  That's a joke.  I wish
YOU had made it.'

  `Why do you wish _I_ had made it?' Alice asked.  `It's a very bad
one.'

  But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling
down its cheeks.

  `You shouldn't make jokes,' Alice said, `if it makes you so
unhappy.'

  Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this time
the poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for, when
Alice looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig,
and, as she was getting quite chilly with sitting still so, long she
got up and walked on.

  She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side
of it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a
LITTLE timid about going into it.  However, on second thoughts, she
made up her mind to go on: `for I certainly won't go BACK,' she
thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.

  `This must be the wood, she said thoughtfully to herself, `where
things have no names.  I wonder what'll become of MY name when I go
in?  I shouldn't like to lose it at all -- because they'd have to
give me another, and it would be almost certain to be an ugly one.
But then the fun would be, trying to find the creature that had got
my old name!  That's just like the advertisements, you know, when
people lose dogs -- "ANSWERS TO THE NAME OF `DASH:' HAD ON A BRASS
COLLAR" -- just fancy calling everything you met "Alice," till one of
them answered!  Only they wouldn't answer at all, if they were wise.'

  She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it
looked very cool and shady.  `Well, at any rate it's a great
comfort,' she said as she stepped under the trees, `after being so
hot, to get into the -- into WHAT?' she went on, rather surprised at
not being able to think of the word.  `I mean to get under the --
under the -- under THIS, you know!' putting her hand on the trunk of