Talk. Or well, write.

"It didn't hurt him," the Unicorn said carelessly, and he was goin on, when his eye happened to fall upon Alice: he turned round instantly, and stood for some time looking at her with an air of the deepest disgust.  "What - is - this?" he said at last. 

"This is a child!" Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of Alice to introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an Anglo-Saxon attitude.  "We only found it to-day.  It's as large as life, and twice as natural!" 

"I always thought they were fabulous monsters!" said the Unicorn.  "Is it alive?" 

"It can talk," said Haigha solemnly. 

The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said "Talk, child."