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64 CHAPTER X. THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE The Mock Turtle sighed deeply and began, in a voice sometimes choked with sobs, to sing this: 'Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau - ootiful Soo - oop! Beau - ootiful Soo - oop! Soo - oop of thee -e- evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup! 'Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? Beau - ootiful Soo - oop! Beau - ootiful Soo - oop! Soo - oop of thee -e- evening, Beautiful, beauti - ful Soup/' 'Chorus again!' cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just begun to repeat it, when a cry of 'The trial's beginning!' was heard in the distance. 'Come on!' cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song. 'What trial is it?' Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon only answered 'Come on!' and ran the faster, while more and more faintly came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words: 'Soo - oop ofthee-e- evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup!'