e Hatter replied. "You see, it
wouldn't be any use; nobody would understand it. People like the old
familiar things, you know."

"Still, we might happen on one," said Alice. "Let's walk along."

IV.

Suddenly a door opened, and a great quantity of rubbish was swept
briskly into the street.

"That's the New Broom," said the Hatter. "There's been another election.
Evidently the Democrats won, as there goes the Donkey, waving his ears
and hee-hawing."

"Oh, is that a fruit store?" asked Alice.

"No; the Republican headquarters," replied the Hatter. "That huge
cornucopia you see is a symbol of Prosperity. Prosperity in Cartoonland
is always represented by a horn of plenty with a pineapple in the
muzzle. You've heard the expression, 'The pineapple of prosperity.'"

"No," said Alice, "but I've heard about the 'pineapple of politeness.'"

"That," said the Hatter, "is something else again."

V.

Presently they came to a collection of factories, the tall chimneys of
which poured out smoke in great volume.

"Those are the Smoking Stacks of Industry," said the Hatter.

"What do they manufacture here?" asked Alice.

"Cartoonatums," said the Hatter. "A cartoonatum," he explained, "is a
combination of wheels, rods, cogs, hoppers, cranks, etc., which
sometimes looks like a sausage grinder and sometimes like a
try-your-weight machine. It couldn't possibly go, any more than the
locomotives in Cartoonland."

"Why don't the Cartoonlanders have machines that _can_ go?" inquired
Alice.

"That," replied the Hatter, "would require a little study and
observation."

VI.

As Alice and the Hatter walked along they passed many curious things,
such as Wolves in Sheep's Clothing, the skin of a Tiger nailed to a barn
door, St. George and the Dragon, Father Knickerbocker, barrels of
political mud, a huge serpent labeled "Anarchy," a drug store window
full of bottles of Political Dope and boxes of Political Pills, an
orchard of Political Plum Trees, and other objects which the Hatter said
were as old as the hills. "I'm afraid there's nothing to hold us here,"
he declared.

Alice's attention was suddenly attracted by a little girl in a thin and
ragged dress who, with an empty basket on her arm, was gazing wistfully
at the goodies in a bakeshop window.

"She represents Poverty," said the Hatter. "When she isn't staring at a
bakeshop she's looking at a proclamation by the ice trust, or something
like that."

Alice spoke