Soon enough, he was ready for me. I saw him shake a leg, as was his custom when he was about to take a picture; and I think his habit was down to nerves or excitement. (I thought, then, of our Auntie’s Jack Russell in the flower beds at Cheltenham, and I stifled a giggle.) “Step back a little, Alice” he said. “Place one foot on the border, on those old autumn leaves, - just as you did before.” I froze. “Alice?” I said. “Did you actually call me Alice?” Dodgson re-appeared, fr