better take him his fan and gloves--that is, if I can find them.'

As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door

of which was a bright brass plate with the name `W. RABBIT'

engraved upon it.  She went in without knocking, and hurried

upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann,

and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and

gloves.

  `How queer it seems,' Alice said to herself, `to be going

messages for a rabbit!  I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on

messages next!'  And she began fancying the sort of thing that

would happen:  `"Miss Alice!  Come here directly, and get ready

for your walk!" "Coming in a minute, nurse!  But I've got to see

that the mouse doesn't get out."  Only I don't think,' Alice went

on, `that they'd let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering

people about like that!'

  By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with

a table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two

or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves:  she took up the fan and

a pair of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when

her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking-

glass.  There was no label this time with the words `DRINK ME,'

but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips.  `I know

SOMETHING interesting is sure to happen,' she said to herself,

`whenever I eat or drink anything; so I'll just see what this

bottle does.  I do hope it'll make me grow large again, for

really I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!'

  It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected:

before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing

against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being

broken.  She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself

`That's quite enough--I hope I shan't grow any more--As it is, I

can't get out at the door--I do wish I hadn't drunk quite so

much!'

  Alas! it was too late to wish that!  She went on growing, and

growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor:  in

another minute there was not even room for this, and she tried

the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the

other arm curled round her head.  Still she went on growing, and,

as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one

foot up the chimney, and said to herself `Now I can do no more,

whatever happens.  What WILL become of me?'

  Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full

effect, and she grew no larger:  still it was very uncomfortable, ()