(...) The Frog looked at the door with his large dull eyes for a minute: then he went nearer and rubbed it with his thumb, as if he were trying whether the paint would come off; then he looked at Alice.
"To answer the door?" he said "What's it been asking of?" He was so hoarse the Alice could scarcely hear him.
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
"I speaks English, doesn't I?" the Frog went on. "Or are you deaf? What did it ask you?"
"Nothing!" Alice said impatiently. "I've been knocking at it"
"Shouldn't do that-shouldn't do that-" the Frog muttered.
"Wexes it, you know". Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his great feet. "You let it alone", he panted out as he hobbled back to his tree, "and it'll let you alone, you know" (...)
Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
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