room with a table by the window, and on it a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white gloves. She took up the fan and a pair of gloves, and noticed a little bottle that stood near the looking-glass. There was no label this time with the words 'DRINK ME,' but Alice opened it and put it to her lips.
'Let's see,' she said to herself, 'what this bottle does. I hope it'll make me large again!'
It did so indeed, and soon her head was near the ceiling. She said, 'That's enough.'
Alas! it was too late! She was growing, and growing, and growing. In another minute there was not even room for her, and she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney. Luckily for Alice, the magic stopped, and she grew no more. But she felt unhappy.
'It was much better at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when I wasn't always growing larger and smaller, when mice and rabbits did not order me. Why did I crawl into that rabbit-hole?'
After a few minutes she heard a voice outside.
'Mary Ann! Mary Ann!' said the voice. 'Bring me my gloves!'
Alice knew it was the Rabbit, and she trembled. The Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but the door opened inwards, and Alice's elbow was pressed hard against it.
The Rabbit said to itself 'Then I'll go round and get in at the window.'
'You won't' thought Alice, and she suddenly spread out her hand. She heard a little shriek and a crash of broken glass. Next came an angry voice-the Rabbit's-'Pat! Pat! Where are you?'
And another voice, 'I'm here!'
'Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?'
'It's an arm, your honour!'
'An arm, you fool! So big! It fills the whole window!'
'Sure, it does, your honour: but it's an arm.'
'Well, go and take it away!'
There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers; such as, 'I don't like it, your honour, at all, at all!'
'Do as I tell you, you coward! We must burn the house down!' said the Rabbit's voice; and Alice shouted as loud as she could, 'If you do this, I'll call Dinah!'
There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, 'What will they do next?'
After a minute or two, a shower of little pebbles came in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes, and a bright idea came into her head.
'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it'll make some change in my size; it can make me smaller, I suppose.'
So she swallowed one of the cakes, and she became smaller. Soon she was small enough to get through the door. She ran out of the house, and found a crowd of little animals and birds outside. Alice ran away. She was running and running, and finally she saw a large mushroom near her, about the same height as herself. Her eyes immediately met a large caterpillar, that was sitting on the top, quietly smoking a hookah.
Chapter V
Advice from a Caterpillar
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a sleepy voice.
'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.
Alice replied, rather shyly, 'I–I hardly know, just at present-at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I changed several times.'
'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain!'
'I can't, I'm afraid,' said Alice very politely. 'I —…'
'You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. 'Who are YOU?'
It brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation.
Alice thought that the Caterpillar was in a very unpleasant state of mind, and she turned away.
'Come back!' the Caterpillar demanded. 'I want to tell you something important!'
Alice turned and came back again.
'Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar.
'Is that all?' asked Alice.
'No,' said the Caterpillar.
Alice was waiting.
'So you think you changed, do you?' said the Caterpillar.
'I'm afraid I am,' said Alice; 'I can't remember some things.'
'What things can't you remember?' asked the Caterpillar.
'Some verses, for example,' Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.
'Repeat, “You Are Old, Father William,”' said the Caterpillar.
Alice folded her hands, and began to recite the poem:
'You are old, Father William,' the young man said,.
'That is wrong,' said the Caterpillar.
'Maybe, not quite right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly.
'It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.
'What size do you want to be?' asked the Caterpillar.
'You know,.,' Alice began.
'I DON'T know,' said the Caterpillar.
Alice said nothing, she felt that she was losing her temper.
'Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar.
'Well, I want to be a little larger,' said Alice: 'three inches is such a wretched height to be.'
'It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar angrily (it was exactly three inches high); and it put the hookah into its mouth and began to smoke again.
This time Alice waited patiently until the Caterpillar spoke again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass. And it remarked, 'One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.'
'One side of what? The other side of what?' thought Alice to herself.
'Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar.
The mushroom was perfectly round, so Alice found this a very
