" (For when she looked down at her feet they seemed so far
off, she thought they would soon be out of sight.) "Oh, my poor feet,
who will put on your shoes for you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't do it.
I shall be a great deal too far off to take care of you; you must get on
the best way you can; but I must be kind to them," thought Al-ice, "or
they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a pair
of new shoes each, Christ-mas."
She stopped to think how she would send them. "They must go by the
mail," she thought; "and how fun-ny it'll seem to send shoes to one's
own feet. How odd the ad-dress will look!
AL-ICE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.,
Hearth-rug,
Near the Fire.
(With Al-ice's love.)
[Illustration]
Oh dear, there's no sense in all that."
Just then her head struck the roof of the hall; in fact she was now more
than nine feet high, and she at once took up the small key and went back
to the door.
Poor Al-ice! It was as much as she could do, when she lay down on one
side, to look through to the gar-den with one eye: but to get through
was not to be hoped for, so she sat down and had a good cry.
"Shame on you," said Al-ice, "a great big girl like you" (she might well
say this) "to cry in this way! Stop at once, I tell you!" But she went
on all the same, and shed tears till there was a large pool all round
her, and which reached half way down the hall.
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