No , you 're a serpent , I know that well enough ! I suppose you 'll tell me next that you never tasted an egg ! '' `` I have tasted eggs , certainly , '' said Alice , who was a very truthful child , `` but indeed I do 'n' t want any of yours . I do 'n' t like them raw . '' `` Well , be off , then ! '' said the pigeon , and settled down into its nest again . Alice crouched down among the trees , as well as she could , as her neck kept getting entangled among the branches , and several times she had to stop and untwist it . Soon she remembered the pieces of mushroom which she still held in her hands , and set to work very carefully , nibbling first at one and then at the other , and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter , until she had succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual size . It was so long since she had been of the right size that it felt quite strange at first , but she got quite used to it in a minute or two , and began talking to herself as usual : `` well ! there 's half my plan done now ! How puzzling all these changes are ! I 'm never sure what I 'm going to be , from one minute to another ! However , I 've got to my right size again : the next thing is , to get into that beautiful garden -- how is that to be done , I wonder ? '' Just as she said this , she noticed that one of the trees had a doorway leading right into it . `` That 's very curious ! '' she thought , `` but everything 's curious today : I may as well go in . '' And in she went . Once more she found herself in the long hall , and close to the little glass table : `` now , I 'll manage better this time '' she said to herself , and began by taking the little golden key , and unlocking the door that led into the garden . Then she set to work eating the pieces of mushroom till she was about fifteen inches high : then she walked down the little passage : and then -- she found herself at last in the beautiful garden , among the bright flowerbeds and the cool fountains . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- Chapter IV -LSB- Illustration -RSB- A large rose tree stood near the entrance of the garden : the roses on it were white , but there were three gardeners at it , busily painting them red .
This XXXXX thought a very curious thing , and she went near to watch them , and just as she came up she heard one of them say `` look out , Five !
Alice Illustration child everything first flowerbeds minute nest right roses