direction it pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.


“He took me for his housemaid,” she said to herself as she ran.

“How surprised he’ll be when he finds out who I am! But I’d

better take him his fan and gloves—that is, if I can find them.” As

she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a

bright brass plate with the name “W. RABBIT,” engraved upon it. She

went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should

meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the

fan and gloves.


“How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself, “to be going

messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah’ll be sending me on messages

next!” And she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen:

“‘Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready for your

walk!’ ‘Coming in a minute, nurse! But I’ve got to see that

the mouse doesn’t get out.’ Only I don’t think,” Alice

went on, “that they’d let Dinah stop in the house if it began

ordering people about like that!”


By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the

window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white

kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just going to

leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the

looking-glass. There was no label this time with the words “DRINK

ME,” but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. “I

know something interesting is sure to happen,” she said to

herself, “whenever I eat or drink anything; so I’ll just see what

this bottle does. I do hope it’ll make me grow large again, for really

I’m quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!”


It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk

half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to