turned out of the house before she had found
the fan and gloves.
“How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself,
“to be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose
Dinah’ll be sending me on messages next!”
And she began fancying the sort of thing that
would happen: “‘ Miss Alice! Come here di¬
rectly, and get ready for your walk!’ ‘Coming
in a minute, nurse! But I’ve got to watch
this mouse-hole till Dinah comes back, and sce
that the mouse doesn't get out. Only I don't
think,” Alice went on, “that they d let Dinah
stop in the house if it began ordering people
about lke that!”
By this time she had found her way into
a tidy little room with a table m the window,
and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or
three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took
up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was
just going to leave the room, when her eye fell
upon a little bottle that stood near the looking¬
glass. There was no label this time with the