Nonsense<\/p>\n
“There’s no sort of use Nonsense The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter, and this he handed over to the other, saying, in a solemn tone, “For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play croquet.” The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1047,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-53383","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53383","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1047"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=53383"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53383\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":53873,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/53383\/revisions\/53873"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=53383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=53383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=53383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}The<\/del> Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter,
\nand this he handed over to the other, <\/del>saying, in a<\/del> solemn tone, <\/del>“For the
\nDuchess. An invitation from the Queen to play<\/del> croquet.” The
\nFrog-Footman repeated, in the same <\/del>solemn tone, “From the Queen. An
\ninvitation for <\/del>the Duchess to play croquet.” Then they both bowed low
\nand their curls<\/del> got entangled together.<\/del><\/p>\nWhen Alice next peeped out, the Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was
\nsitting on the ground near the door, staring stupidly up<\/del> into<\/del> the sky.
\nAlice went timidly up to the door and knocked.<\/del><\/p>\nin knocking,” said the Footman, “and that for
\ntwo reasons. First, because I’m on the same side of the door as you are;
\nsecondly, because they’re <\/del>making such a noise inside, no one could
\npossibly hear you.” And certainly there _was_ <\/del>a most extraordinary noise
\ngoing on within–a constant howling and sneezing, and every now and then
\na<\/del> great crash, as if a dish or kettle<\/del> had been broken to pieces.<\/del><\/del><\/p>\n“How am I to get in?” asked Alice.<\/del><\/p>\n“_Are_ you to get in at all?” said the Footman. “That’s the first
\nquestion, you know.”<\/del><\/p>\nAlice<\/del> opened the door and went in. The door led right into a large
\nkitchen, which was full of smoke from one end<\/del> to the other; the Duchess
\nwas sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby; the
\ncook was leaning over<\/del> the fire, stirring a large caldron which seemed to
\nbe full of soup.<\/del><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"