S.O.S.
Honey-cakes,
Oh, forgive me, my love. The Caterpillar has been pestering me with the most dreadful interrogations. Why, I had to recite twenty poems a minute! He is the most unbearble pedant sometimes. He took me behind the dandelion leaves and questioned me on the point of a cherry-whip. I await you still, but am growing weary of his company, and may soon depart if you do not swoop in and save me, snicker-snack! Alice
