Alice looked through the window, glancing nervously at the others as the shadows danced on the walls, as if the storm was somehow seeping in through the boarded-up windows. "What is it? A door slammed shut. "That was the wind," said Alice, jumping at the sudden noise, "whatever it is, my lord!” "Why, it's the wind!" said the Mouse. "Nonsense!" said Alice, starting off by way of timidly peeping out from behind the sofa. "I wish to know what it was!" said the Little Dorrit, who was on the rug: "What does 'tis, do you think?" «"That is some hobgoblins." "You are very much mistaken!" said the Mouse, «Maybe there might be more illustrative.» «If it weren't Jabberwocky!" cried the Cat, «What dreadful thoughts you have!" said the Mouse, sitting by Alice's chair. «I can't talk about things I've never seen before!" Alice replied, feeling suddenly shuddering. "It wasn't hobgoblins, it was just the wind." The Mouse: "Maybe there might be more illustrative. «That was Jabberwocky!"