`Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn’t believe it—’
`I never said I didn’t!’ interrupted Alice.
`You did,’ said the Mock Turtle.
`Hold your tongue!’ added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak again. The Mock Turtle went on.
`We had the best of educations—in fact, we went to school every day—’
`I’ve been to a day-school, too,’ said Alice; `you needn’t be so proud as all that.’
`With extras?’ asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.
`Yes,’ said Alice, `we learned French and music.’
`And washing?’ said the Mock Turtle.
`Certainly not!’ said Alice indignantly.
`Ah! then yours wasn’t a really good school,’ said the Mock Turtle in a tone of great relief. `Now at Ours they had at the end of the bill, “French, music, and washing—extra."’
`You couldn’t have wanted it much,’ said Alice; `living at the bottom of the sea.’
`I couldn’t afford to learn it.’ said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. `I only took the regular course.’
`What was that?’ inquired Alice.
`Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,’ the Mock Turtle replied; `and then the different branches of Arithmetic— Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.’
`I never heard of “Uglification,"’ Alice ventured to say. `What is it?’
The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. `What! Never heard of uglifying!’ it exclaimed. `You know what to beautify is, I suppose?’
`Yes,’ said Alice doubtfully: `it means—to—make—anything—prettier.’
`Well, then,’ the Gryphon went on, `if you don’t know what to uglify is, you are a simpleton.’
Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said `What else had you to learn?’
`Well, there was Mystery,’ the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers, `—Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography: then Drawling—the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that used to come once a week: He taught us Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.’
`What was that like?’ said Alice.
`Well, I can’t show it you myself,’ the Mock Turtle said: `I’m too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.’
`Hadn’t time,’ said the Gryphon: `I went to the Classics master, though. He was an old crab, he was.’
`I never went to him,’ the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: `he taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.’
`So he did, so he did,’ said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and both creatures hid their faces in their paws.
`And how many hours a day did you do lessons?’ said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.
`Ten hours the first day,’ said the Mock Turtle: `nine the next, and so on.’