'That would never do, I'm sure,' said Alice: 'the governess
would never think of excusing me lessons for that. If she
couldn't remember my name, she'd call me "Miss!" as the servants
do.'

'Well, if she said "Miss," and didn't say anything more,' the
Gnat remarked, 'of course you'd miss your lessons. That's a
joke. I wish YOU had made it.'

'Why do you wish _I_ had made it?' Alice asked. 'It's a very
bad one.'

But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came
rolling down its cheeks.

'You shouldn't make jokes,' Alice said, 'if it makes you so
unhappy.'

Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this
time the poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for,
when Alice looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on
the twig, and, as she was getting quite chilly with sitting still
so long, she got up and walked on.

She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other
side of it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice
felt a LITTLE timid about going into it. However, on second
thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: 'for I certainly won't
go BACK,' she thought to herself, and this was the only way to
the Eighth Square.