Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
THE POOL OF TEARS.
“CURIOUSER and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much
surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good
English), “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). “Oh,
my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and
stockings for you now, dears? I’m sure I sha’n’t be able! I shall be a
great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must
manage the best way you can-but I must be kind to them,”
thought Alice, “or perhaps they wo’n’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.
“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’s Right Foot, Esq.
Hearthrug, near the Fender, (with Alice’s love).
Oh dear, what nonsense I’m talking!”Just at this moment her head
struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now rather more
than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key
and hurried off to the garden door.
Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one
side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get
through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Alice, “a great girl
like you,” (she might well say this), “to go on crying in this way!
Stop this moment, I tell you!” But she went on all the same,
shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round
her, about four inches deep, and reaching half down the hall.
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and
she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White
Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid-
gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting
along in a great hurry, muttering to himself, as he came, “Oh! The
Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! Wo’n’t she be savage if I’ve kept her
waiting!” Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of
any one: so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low,
timid voice, “If you please, Sir-” The Rabbit started violently,