Stranica 61 [61]
IN A LITTLE BILL. 45
elbow against the door, and the other arm
curled round her head. Still she went on grow¬
ing, and, as a last resource, she put one arm
out of the window, and one foot up the chimney,
and said to herself ‘“‘Now I can do no more,
Whatever happens. What will become of me?”
Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had
now had its full effect, and she grew no larger:
still it was very uncomfortable, and as there
seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever