The Pool of Tears

Alice:

Curiouser and curiouser!

cried Alice

(she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English);

Alice:

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).

Alice:

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!

Alice:

I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;—

Alice:

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.

Alice:

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!

Alice:

Alice’s Right Foot, Esq., Hearthrug, near the Fender, (with Alice’s love).

Alice:

Oh dear, what nonsense I’m talking!