way?”, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was

growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size:

to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so

much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen,

that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.


So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.


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CHAPTER II.

The Pool of Tears


“Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised,

that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); “now

I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye,

feet!” (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost

out of sight, they were getting so far off). “Oh, my poor little feet, I

wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I’m

sure I shan’t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to

trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;—but I

must be kind to them,” thought Alice, “or perhaps they won’t

walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots

every Christmas.”


And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. “They must

go by the carrier,” she thought; “and how funny it’ll seem,

sending presents to one’s own feet! And how odd the directions will look!


Oh dear, what nonsense I’m talking!”


Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now

more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and

hurried off to the garden door.


Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look

through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than

ever: she sat down and began to cry again.