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       of prices should rise, and thus falling create a demand and supply with, and as which, would you consider this a division of labor? If so, when, and in what capacity? If not, why not, and under what circumstances?"

      As soon as he had finished, all the other ​animals produced paper from nowhere in particular, and begin to scribble as fast as they could. Alice noticed the Lizard, who was sitting in the front row, was the only one who wrote anything original. All the others copied from his paper, and crowded round him so closely that Alice was afraid the poor little creature would be smothered. Meanwhile the frog looked at the ceiling. "He couldn't look anywhere else, the poor thing," thought Alice; "his eyes are on the top of his head."

      About two seconds had passed when the frog called out "Time!" and began to gather up the papers. When he had collected them all, he took them to his desk and began to mark them. He marked the first one A, the second one B, and so on down to F, when he began over again with A. All this time he kept his eyes tight shut. "So he will be sure to be impartial," the White Rabbit explained to Alice.

      After the marking was finished, the frog handed the papers back to their owners. The ​White Rabbit, who had written nothing at all, had a large A on his paper. The Lizard, however, had an F on his.

      "A," said the White Rabbit to Alice, "means I wrote an excellent paper."

      "But you wrote nothing," objected Alice.

      "Nothing succeeds like success," said the White Rabbit, and hurried away, leaving Alice a little puzzled.

      Meanwhile all the animals except the frog had disappeared.

      "Would you mind telling me," began ​Alice, feeling that there ought to be some conversation, "why you—"

      "Certainly not," said the frog, handing her a book. "I think you will find this a very able exposition of the subject."

      Alice opened the book, and finding it to be poetry, she read the first piece through.

JABBERWOCKY

'T was taussig, and the bushnell hartDid byron hurlbut in the rand, All barrett was the wendell (Bart.)And the charles t. cope-land.

Beware the Münsterberg, my son!'T will read your mind—you bet it can! Beware the Grandgent bird, and shunThe frisky Merriman.

He took his bursar sword in hand:Long time his neilson foe he sought— So rested he by the bernbaum tree,And stood awhile in thought.

And as in coolidge thought he stood,The Münsterberg, with eyes of flame, Came spalding through the perry wood,And babbit as it came! ​

One, two! One, two! And through and throughThe bursar blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its headHe santayanad back.

And has thou slain the Münsterberg?Come to my arms, my bierwirth boy! O Kittredge day! Allard! Bôcher!He schofield in his joy. ​

'T was taussig, and the bushnell hartDid byron hurlbut in the rand, All barrett was the wendell (Bart.)And the charles t. cope-land.

      "It's all very interesting," said Alice, after she had finished,

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