Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she gave her answer. `They're done with blacking, I believe.' 

`Boots and shoes under the sea,' the Gryphon went on in a deep voice, `are done with a whiting. Now you know.' 

`And what are they made of?' Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.

`Soles and eels, of course,' the Gryphon replied rather impatiently: `any shrimp could have told you that.' 

`If I'd been the whiting,' said Alice, whose thoughts were still running on the song, `I'd have said to the porpoise, "Keep back, please: we don't want YOU with us!"' 

`They were obliged to have him with them,' the Mock Turtle said: `no wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.' 

`Wouldn't it really?' said Alice in a tone of great surprise. 

`Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle: `why, if a fish came to ME, and told me he was going a journey, I should say "With what porpoise?"'

`Don't you mean "purpose"?' said Alice. 

`I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone. And the Gryphon added `Come, let's hear some of YOUR adventures.' 

`I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: `but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.' 

`Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle. 

`No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: `explanations take such a dreadful time.'