‘They lived on treacle,’ said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two.‘Yes!’ shouted Alice.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?’‘Come, we shall have some fun now!’ thought Alice. ‘I’m glad they’ve begun asking riddles.–I believe I can guess that,’ she added aloud.‘Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!’ the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. ‘I must go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen,’ and she hurried out of the room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her.Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on ‘And how do you know that you’re mad?’‘Treacle,’ said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: ‘But I don’t understand. Where did they draw the treacle from?