Alice was just thinking of this, and was on the verge of telling her. "I suppose you do," she decided to say. "I'll bring it in and let you try to find it."

They sat in silence for some time. Then Alice said, "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" asked Alice. "Why, I've been thinking it over, and I've made up my mind that there's nothing so wonderful as common sense."

"No, there's that," said the Cat, "and a very good thing too: but then, you know, common sense isn't all in all. There's all sorts of things that can't be helped—things—why, you know the things I mean better than I do myself—why, what I mean, is—things happen."

Alice sighed. "I haven't the least idea what you mean," she said.

"Of course you have!" said the Cat. "Everybody has their reason for doing what they do—why, just the other day I was thinking that life is very funny. It's all arrange of hum things—you know: things that have no business being so."

"Things have their reason, you know," Alice repeated: "but I can't make out what that reason