The Pool of Tears

           ‘Curiouserandcuriouser!’ criedAlice(shewassomuchsurprised,thatforthemomentshequiteforgothowtospeakgoodEnglish); ‘nowI’mopeningoutlikethelargesttelescopethateverwas! Good-bye,feet!’ (forwhenshelookeddownatherfeet,theyseemedtobealmostoutofsight,theyweregettingsofaroff). ‘Oh,mypoorlittlefeet,Iwonderwhowillputonyourshoesandstockingsforyounow,dears? I’msureIshan’tbeable! Ishallbeagreatdealtoofarofftotroublemyselfaboutyou:youmustmanagethebestwayyoucan; —butImustbekindtothem,’thoughtAlice,‘orperhapstheywon’twalkthewayIwanttogo! Letmesee:I’llgivethemanewpairofbootseveryChristmas.’ 

           Andshewentonplanningtoherselfhowshewouldmanageit. ‘Theymustgobythecarrier,’shethought; ‘andhowfunnyit’llseem,sendingpresentstoone’sownfeet! Andhowoddthedirectionswilllook! 

           Alice’sRightFoot,Esq. 

           Hearthrug,Nearthefender,(withAlice’slove). 

           Ohdear,whatnonsenseI’mtalking!’ 

           Justthenherheadstruckagainsttheroofofthehall:infactshewasnowmorethanninefeethigh, andsheatoncetookupthelittlegoldenkeyandhurriedofftothegardendoor. 

           PoorAlice! Itwasasmuchasshecoulddo,lyingdownononeside,tolookthroughintothegardenwithoneeye; buttogetthroughwasmorehopelessthanever: shesatdownandbegantocryagain.