JainaEowyn

Not Entirely Welcome ~~~ They were sitting in Mad Hatter's airy parlor – airy because all the windows were still open, in spite of his having proclaimed his intention of nailing them shut.  The four of them were there, Alice and Mad Hatter and the two rabbits.  The frog was still reciting poetry in the tower for all Alice knew; she had wondered whether it was polite to go off and leave him but Mad Hatter had taken her arm and shaken his head and hadn't let go again until they had gone two full turns down the stairs.     The White Rabbit was telling a long story about shopping for gloves in the market, which wasn't very interesting.