‘Chorus again!’ cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just begun

to repeat it, when a cry of ‘The trial’s beginning!’ was heard in the

distance. 🔊

‘Come on!’ cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it hurried

off, without waiting for the end of the song. 🔊

‘What trial is it?’ Alice panted as she ran; 🔊 but the Gryphon only

answered ‘Come on!’ and ran the faster, while more and more faintly

came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words:-- 🔊

‘Soo--oop of the e--e--evening,

Beautiful, beautiful Soup!’ 🔊