And so that was the beginning of Alice’s curious dream. And, next time you see a White Rabbit, try and fancy _you’re_ going to have a curious dream, just like dear little Alice. [Illustration] II. HOW ALICE GREW TALL. And so, after Alice had tumbled down the rabbit-hole, and had run a long long way underground, all of a sudden she found herself in a great hall, with doors all round it. But all the doors were locked: so, you see, poor Alice couldn’t get out of the hall: and that made her very sad. However, after a little while, she came to a little table, all made of glass, with three legs (There are _two_ of the legs in the picture, and just the _beginning_ of the other leg, do you see?), and on the table was a little key: and she went round the hall, and tried if she could unlock any of the doors with it. Poor Alice! The key wouldn’t unlock _any_ of the doors. But at last she came upon a tiny little door: and oh, how glad she was, when she found the key would fit it! So she unlocked the tiny little door, and she stooped down and looked through it, and what do you think she saw? Oh, such a beautiful garden! And she did so _long_ to go into it! But the door was _far_ too small. She couldn’t squeeze herself through, any more than _you_ could squeeze yourself into a mouse-hole! So poor little Alice locked up the door, and took the key back to the table again: and _this_ time she found quite a new thing on it (now look at the picture again), and what do you think it was? It was a little bottle, with a label tied to it, with the words “DRINK ME” on the label. So she tasted it: and it was _very_ nice: so she set to work, and drank it up. And then _such_ a curious thing happened to her! You’ll never guess what it was: so I shall have to tell you. She got smaller, and smaller, till at last she was just the size of a little doll! Then she said to herself “_Now_ I’m the right size to get through the little door!” And away she ran. But, when she got there, the door was locked, and the key was on the top of the table, and she couldn’t reach it! _Wasn’t_ it a pity she had locked up the door again? Well, the next thing she found was a little cake: and it had the words “EAT ME” marked on it. So of course she set to work and ate it up. And _then_ what do you think happened to her? No, you’ll never guess! I shall have to tell you again. She grew, and she grew, and she grew. Taller than she was before! Taller than _any_ child! Taller than any grown-up person! Taller, and taller, and taller! Just look at the picture, and you’ll _see_ how tall she got! [Illustration] Which would _you_ have liked the best, do you think, to be a little tiny Alice, no larger than a kitten, or a great tall Alice, with your head always knocking against the ceiling? III. THE POOL OF TEARS.