And we SAW WHERE.

We ran back.
'Oh, please, do stop your dogs digging there!' Alice said.
The gentleman said 'Why ?' 'Because we've just had a funeral, and that's the grave.' The gentleman whistled, but the fox-terriers were not trained like Pincher, who was brought up by Oswald.

The gentleman took a stride through the hedge gap.
'What have you been burying--pet dicky bird, eh ?' said the gentleman, kindly.

He had riding breeches and white whiskers.
We did not answer, because now, for the first time, it came over all of us, in a rush of blushes and uncomfortableness, that burying a fox is a suspicious act.

I don't know why we felt this, but we did.
Noel said dreamily-- 'We found his murdered body in the wood, And dug a grave by which the mourners stood.' But no one heard him except Oswald, because Alice and Dora and Daisy were all jumping about with the jumps of unrestrained anguish, and saying, 'Oh, call them off! Do! do!--oh, don't, don't! Don't let them dig.' Alas! Oswald was, as usual, right.