== Down the Rabbit-Hole Pov/S vrB/be/ beginning to get very tired of sitting by pov/p sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice pov/s had peeped into the book pov/p sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/, “without pictures or conversations?” So pov/s vrb/be/ considering in pov/p own mind (as well as pov/s could, for the hot day made pov/o feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by pov/o. There was nothing so #emph[very] remarkable in that; nor did pov/S think it so #emph[very] much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!” (when pov/s thought it over afterwards, it occurred to pov/o that pov/s ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually #emph[took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket];, and looked at it, and then hurried on, pov/S started to pov/p feet, for it flashed across pov/p mind that pov/s had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, pov/s ran across the field after it, and fortunately vrb/be/ just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment alt/first and second or third/pov/S went down/down went pov/S/ after it, never once considering how in the world pov/s vrb/be/ to get out again. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that pov/S had not a moment to think about stopping pov/r before pov/s found pov/r falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep, or pov/s fell very slowly, for pov/s had plenty of time as pov/s went down to look about pov/o and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, pov/s tried to look down and make out what pov/s vrb/be/ coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then pov/s looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there pov/s saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. Pov/s took down a jar from one of the shelves as pov/s passed; it was labelled “ORANGE MARMALADE”, but to pov/p great disappointment it was empty: pov/s did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as pov/s fell past it. “Well!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S thought/thought pov/S/ to pov/r, “after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!” (Which was very likely true.) Down, down, down. Would the fall #emph[never] come to an end? “I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?” pov/s said aloud. “I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think---” (for, you see, pov/S had learnt several things of this sort in pov/p lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a #emph[very] good opportunity for showing off pov/p knowledge, as there was no one to listen to pov/o, still it was good practice to say it over) “---yes, that's about the right distance---but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?” (Pov/S had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.) Presently pov/s began again. “I wonder if I shall fall right #emph[through] the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think---” (pov/s vrb/be/ rather glad there #emph[was] no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) “---but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?” (and pov/s tried to curtsey as pov/s spoke---fancy #emph[curtseying] as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) “And what an ignorant little prn/n she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.” Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so pov/S soon began talking again. “Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!” (Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here pov/S began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to pov/r, in a dreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes, “Do bats eat cats?” for, you see, as pov/s couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way pov/s put it. Pov/s felt that pov/s vrb/be/ dozing off, and had just begun to dream that pov/s vrb/be/ walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, “Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?” when suddenly, thump! thump! down pov/s came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. Pov/S vrB/be/ not a bit hurt, and pov/s jumped up on to pov/p feet in a moment: pov/s looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before pov/o was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away alt/first and second or third/pov/S went/went pov/S/ like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, “Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!” Pov/s vrb/be/ close behind it when pov/s turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: pov/s found pov/r in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof. There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when pov/S had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, pov/s walked sadly down the middle, wondering how pov/s vrb/be/ ever to get out again. Suddenly pov/s came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and pov/P first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, pov/s came upon a low curtain pov/s had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: pov/s tried the little golden key in the lock, and to pov/p great delight it fitted! Pov/S opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: pov/s knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How pov/s longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but pov/s could not even get pov/p head through the doorway; “and even if my head would go through,” thought poor pov/O, “it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.” For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that pov/S had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible. There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so pov/s went back to the table, half hoping pov/s might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time pov/s found a little bottle on it, (“which certainly was not here before,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words “DRINK ME,” beautifully printed on it in large letters. It was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little pov/O was not going to do #emph[that] in a hurry. “No, I'll look first,” pov/s said, “and see whether it's marked ‘#emph[poison];' or not”; for pov/s had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they #emph[would] not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger #emph[very] deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and pov/s had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked “poison,” it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. However, this bottle was #emph[not] marked “poison,” so pov/S ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) pov/s very soon finished it off. “What a curious feeling!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/; “I must be shutting up like a telescope.” And so it was indeed: pov/s vrb/be/ now only ten inches high, and pov/p face brightened up at the thought that pov/s vrb/be/ now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, pov/s waited for a few minutes to see if pov/s vrb/be/ going to shrink any further: pov/s felt a little nervous about this; “for it might end, you know,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ to pov/r, “in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?” And pov/s tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for pov/s could not remember ever having seen such a thing. After a while, finding that nothing more happened, pov/s decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor pov/O! when pov/s got to the door, pov/s found pov/s had forgotten the little golden key, and when pov/s went back to the table for it, pov/s found pov/s could not possibly reach it: pov/s could see it quite plainly through the glass, and pov/s tried pov/p best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when pov/s had tired pov/r out with trying, alt/first and second or third/pov/s/the poor little thing/ sat down and cried. “Come, there's no use in crying like that!” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/ to pov/r, rather sharply; “I advise you to leave off this minute!” Pov/s generally gave pov/r very good advice, (though pov/s very seldom followed it), and sometimes pov/s scolded pov/r so severely as to bring tears into pov/p eyes; and once pov/s remembered trying to box pov/p own ears for having cheated pov/r in a game of croquet pov/s vrb/be/ playing against pov/r, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. “But it's no use now,” thought poor pov/O, “to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make #emph[one] respectable person!” Soon pov/p eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: pov/s opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words “EAT ME” were beautifully marked in currants. “Well, I'll eat it,” alt/first and second or third/pov/S said/said pov/S/, “and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!” Pov/s ate a little bit, and said anxiously to pov/r, “Which way? Which way?”, holding pov/p hand on the top of pov/p head to feel which way it was growing, and pov/s vrb/be/ quite surprised to find that pov/s remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but pov/S had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way. So pov/s set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.