[ ] 3.11 The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes, ‘Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.’
[ ] 5.9 Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep ‘Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle—’ and went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop.
[ ] 6.9 The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. ‘I wasn’t asleep,’ he said in a hoarse, feeble voice: ‘I heard every word you fellows were saying.’
[ ] 6.13 Once upon a time there were three little sisters,’ the Dormouse began in a great hurry; ‘and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well—’ (well, sensible; point of origin, ancestry, cradle)
[ ] 7.2 ‘They lived on treacle,’ said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two.
[ ] 7.3 ‘They couldn’t have done that, you know,’ Alice gently remarked; ‘they’d have been ill.’
[ ] 7.4 ‘So they were,’ said the Dormouse; ‘very ill.’
[ ] 7.12 The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then said, ‘It was a treacle-well.’
[ ] 8.1 ‘There’s no such thing!’ Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare went ‘Sh! sh!’ and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, ‘If you can’t be civil, you’d better finish the story for yourself.’
[ ] 8.3 ‘One, indeed!’ said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented to go on. ‘And so these three little sisters—they were learning to draw, you know—’ (Moon- Artemis, Hecate and Serena)
[ ] 8.5 ‘Treacle,’ said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
[ ] 9.1 ‘Of course they were’, said the Dormouse; ‘—well in.’
[ ] 9.3 ‘They were learning to draw,’ the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; ‘and they drew all manner of things—everything that begins with an M—’
[ ] 9.7 The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: ‘—that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness—you know you say things are “much of a muchness”—did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?’