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<H3>CHAPTER II<BR>The Pool of Tears</H3>
<P>'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>I</I> shan'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 won't
walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every
Christmas.'</P>
<P>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!</P>
<P>Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!'</P>
<P>Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now
more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and
hurried off to the garden door.</P>
<P>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 cry again.</P>
<P>'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.</P>
<P>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! <I>won't</I> 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, dropped the
white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he
could go.</P>
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