‘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 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.’
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!
ALICE’S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.
HEARTHRUG,
NEAR THE FENDER,
(WITH ALICE’S LOVE).
Oh dear, what nonsense I’m talking!’
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.