The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill

Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable,

and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy.

Alice:

It was much pleasanter at home,

thought poor Alice,

when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.

Alice:

I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious, you know, this sort of life!

Alice:

I do wonder what can have happened to me!

Alice:

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Alice:

There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I’ll write one—

Alice:

but I’m grown up now,

she added in a sorrowful tone;

at least there’s no room to grow up any more here.

Alice:

But then,

thought Alice,

shall I never get any older than I am now?

Alice:

That’ll be a comfort, one way—never to be an old woman—but then—always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn’t like that!

Alice:

Oh, you foolish Alice!

she answered herself.

How can you learn lessons in here?

Alice:

Why, there’s hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson-books!

And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a conversation of it altogether;

but after a few minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.