oh oh my cried candace (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 socks 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 candace, "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 dear, what nonsense I'm talking!"
Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall:ow ow. she cried 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.
Poor Candace! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said candace, "a great girl like you," (she might well say this), "to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!" But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall. um ecuse me whaat doo you want now right for me to refil that bottle no dice im not responceable for yourgrowth spurt its the story where not it a cartoon okey. i told you this how many times oh yeah i remember 5 times now and im sick and tired and now im irritated of it and this is the last time ill tell you before i shut up for good and stop talking to you im just a narrator so i remain empirical your on your own now back to the at hand pleaseeeeeeeeeeee huuh are you okey yeah im just mad ok you think im real when im only a narrator okey i wont bother you promise yes good now back to the story a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, "Oh! the queen, the queen! Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!" candace felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, "If you please, sir—" The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. candace took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she was talking. "How can I have done that?" she thought. "I must be growing small again." She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether.
"That was a narrow escape!" said candace, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; "and now for the garden!" and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, "and things are worse than ever," thought the poor child, "for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's too bad, that it is!" then her foot slipped and splash haaaaaaaaah whats so funny notthing its just your wet and im dry well arent you emparcal so you cant laugh right see your learning