Alice was going to stare for a few moments and try to arrange her mind.

"Have you recently been hit on the head?" she asked. "Or have I, do you imagine? A good sharp blow to the head, one imagines one would remember that sort of thing, but then, if I were temporarily gone mad again, perhaps I wouldn't."

Which, of course, she couldn't leave alone without adding, "I quite like the kilt, mind you."