'Frumenty and mince pie,' the Gnat replied; 'and it makes its nest in a Christmas box.'
'Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), 'you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly.
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?'
'And yet I don't know,' the Gnat went on in a careless tone:
if she said "Miss," and didn't say anything more,' the Gnat remarked, 'of course you'd miss your lessons.
But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling down its cheeks.
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.