"Good-bye, Alice," said the White Knight sympathetically; and then thrusting a paper in her hand, he leaned forward and whispered into the little girl's ear, "If you get into trouble, use this." "Thank you," said Alice. "What is it?" "It's a temporary injunction issued by the Chief Justice restraining anybody from interfering with you," said the White Knight. "You may need it." And the kindly old knight ran madly off up the street after the Mayor and the March Hare, and shortly disappeared around the corner. "Now, my little dear," said the Duchess, "we'll take you home." Seizing Alice by the hand the Duchess led the little traveller into the Municipal Nursery. Entering the elevator, they went up and up and up and up until Alice thought they would never stop. Finally on the 117th floor the elevator stopped. Alice and the Duchess alighted and entered a funny little flat, singularly enough labelled with Alice's own name. "This is it," said the Duchess. "There is your bedroom, here is your parlour, and that is the bath-room. The apartment has running soda-water, hot and cold; you will find a refrigerator stocked with peanut brittle, molasses candy, and sugared fruits in the pantry. Your reading will consist of Lucy the Lace Vendor, or How the Laundress Became a Lady; the works of Marie Corelli; Factory Fanny, the Forger's Daughter, and any other unwholesome book you may want from the House of Correction Library. Playtime will begin at seven every morning and you will be compelled to dress and undress dolls until one, when your caramel will be given to you, after which you will skip the rope and read fairy stories until six. You must drink five glasses of soda-water every day and will not be allowed to go to bed before eleven o'clock at night. Hurry now, and get your hair mussed and your hands dirty for dinner. The first course of whipped cream and roasted chestnuts will be served promptly at six-thirty." "But," cried Alice, "I don't want to stay here--I want to go home." "You are home," said the Duchess. "This is the Municipal Home of the Children of Blunderland." "But I want my father and mother," whimpered Alice. "The City is your father, my child, and I am officially your mother," said the Duchess. "You are not!" cried Alice. "You are trying to kidnap me!--I'll--I'll call the police." "The police can't arrest a city, my dear child, and as for me, as the Commissioner of Maternity I am immune from arrest," laughed the Duchess. "Well, I just won't stay, that's all," cried Alice, stamping her foot angrily. "I don't want a city for a father, and I shan't have an official mother in place of a real one." [Illustration: "SEIZING HER BY THE ARM"] The child ran toward the door, but the Duchess was too quick for her, seizing her by the arm. "Let me go!" shrieked Alice. "Never," snapped the Duchess. And then the little girl thought of the piece of paper the White Knight had given her.