Cheshire Pup she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. Come, it’s pleased so far, she thought, and went on. Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to, said Caten.
I don’t much care where—
Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.
—so long as I get somewhere.
Oh, you’re sure to do that if you only walk long enough.
Tomorrow, 9 September 2026.