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THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL.
IT was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking
anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she
heard it muttering to itself, “The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my
dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as
sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I
wonder?” Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the
fan and the pair of white kid-gloves, and she very good-naturedly
began hunting about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen-
everything seemed to have changed since her swim in the pool;
and the great hall, with the glass table and the little door, had
Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and
called out to her, in an angry tone, “Why, Mary Ann, what are you
doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of
gloves and a fan! Quick, now!” And Alice was so much frightened
that she ran off at once in the direction it pointed to, without trying
to explain the mistake that it had made.
“He took me for his housemaid,” she said to herself as she ran.
“How surprised he’ll be when he finds out who I am! But I’d 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. RAB-BIT” 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 watch this mouse-hole
till Dinah comes back, and 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 lookingglass. There was no
label this time with the words “DRINK ME,” but nevertheless she