This shop in the cluster belongs to the hatter, who is quite mad. He spends his time organising four o'clock tea parties. Alas, since there is no tea to be found in the whole of Harbat, the hatter has nothing better to do than sell hats for the moment.
"Really, now you ask me," said Alice, very much confused, "I don't think--"
"Then you shouldn't talk," said the Hatter.
This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.