Alice was afraid, but she needed help. She spoke in a quiet voice. ‘Oh, please, sir-‘
The Rabbit jumped wildly, dropped the gloves and the fan, and hurried away as fast as he could.
Alice picked up the fan and the gloves. The room was very hot, so she began to fan herself while she talked. ‘Oh dear! How strange everything is today! Did I change in the night? Am I a different person today? But if I’m a different person, then the next question is – who am I? Ah, that’s a mystery.’
She began to feel very unhappy again, but then she looked down at her hand. She was wearing on the Rabbit’s white gloves. ‘How did I get it on my hand?’ she thought. ’Oh, I’m getting smaller again! She looked round the room. ‘I’m already less than a metre high. And getting smaller every second! How can I stop it? She saw the fan in her other hand, and quickly dropped it.
She was now, very, very small – and the little garden door was locked again, and the little gold key was lying on the glass table.
‘Things are worse than eve,’ thought poor Alice. She turned away from the door, and fell into salt water, right up to her neck. At first she thought it was the sea, but then she saw it was the pool of tears. Her tears. Crying makes a lot of tears when you are three metres tall.
