AlicexHatter Short Story 7Maple Leaf RagMore Like This
He had bought a pianothat much Alice could tell on the final turn in the walk, for she and probably most of the Tulgey Wood had been able to hear it for what seemed like miles, especially since she'd seen some birds retreating to respectable ground with deeply offended expressions, but she was startled to see, as the little gate clacked shut behind her, that he wasn't playing it. Well, sort of. It banged and jangled away, sounding melodic in a cheap but somehow lush and bubblier-than-bubbly way, the keys bouncing in an eerie rhythm, but there was no one tickling them. Instead, the Hatter was furiously pumping away at the pedals, holding positively ecstatic court over the whole thing, in such a rapturous light that for a moment he danced his fingers a foot above the ivories, miming their movements as though attached by strings.
The Hare, meanwhile,