That would never do, I'm sure,' said Alice: `the governess would never think of excusing me lessons for that. If she couldn't remember my name, she'd call me Miss! as the servants do.' Well. if she said Miss, and didn't say anything more,' the Gnat remarked, `of course you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. I wish YOU had made it.' Why do you wish I had made it?' Alice asked. `It's a very bad one.' But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling down its cheeks. You shouldn't make jokes,' Alice said, `if it makes you so unhappy.
by Lewis Carroll
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Alice and the Gnat discuss the consequences of making jokes, with Alice expressing concern that a joke about being called Miss might cause her to miss her lessons. The Gnat agrees that making jokes, especially bad ones, can lead to unhappiness and reflects this with a deep sigh and tears, indicating how seriously it takes the matter.

The conversation highlights themes of misunderstanding and the emotional impact of humor. Alice shows kindness by warning against joking if it causes distress, emphasizing the importance of sensitivity. The story uses whimsical dialogue to explore feelings and the significance of words and their effects.

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