CHAPTER II 

The Pool of Tears 


`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. 

Poor Alice! 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 Alice, `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. 

After 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 Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she 
be savage if I've kept her waiting!' Alice 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. 

Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very 
hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: 
`Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday 
things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in 
the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this 
morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little 
different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in 
the world am I? Ah, THAT'S the great puzzle!' And she began 
thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age 
as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of 
them. 

`I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, `for her hair goes in such 
long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm 
sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, 
oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, SHE'S she, and I'm I, 
and--oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the 
things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, 
and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is--oh dear! 
I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the 
Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. 
London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, 
and Rome--no, THAT'S all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been 
changed for Mabel! I'll try and say "How doth the little--"' 
and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, 
and began to repeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and 
strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to do:-- 

`How doth the little crocodile 
Improve his shining tail, 
And pour the waters of the Nile 
On every golden scale! 

`How cheerfully he seems to grin, 
How neatly spread his claws, 
And welcome little fishes in 
With gently smiling jaws!' 

`I'm sure those are not the right words,' said poor Alice, and 
her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, `I must be Mabel 
after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little 
house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so 
many lessons to learn! No, I've made up my mind about it; if I'm 
Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no use their putting their 
heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look 
up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I 
like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down 
here till I'm somebody else"--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a 
sudden burst of tears, `I do wish they WOULD put their heads 
down! I am so VERY tired of being all alone here!' 

As 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 Alice, 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!' 

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another 
moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first 
idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, `and in that 
case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had 
been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general 
conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find 
a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in 
the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and 
behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that 
she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine 
feet high. 

`I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, 
trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I 
suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer 
thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.' 

Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a 
little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at 
first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then 
she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that 
it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself. 

`Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, `to speak to this 
mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should 
think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in 
trying.' So she began: `O Mouse, do you know the way out of 
this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' 
(Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: 
she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having 
seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, `A mouse--of a mouse--to a 
mouse--a mouse--O mouse!' The Mouse looked at her rather 
inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little 
eyes, but it said nothing. 

`Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; `I 
daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the 
Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had 
no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she 
began again: `Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in 
her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the 
water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. `Oh, I beg 
your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the 
poor animal's feelings. `I quite forgot you didn't like cats.' 

`Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate 
voice. `Would YOU like cats if you were me?' 

`Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: `don't be 
angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: 
I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. 
She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, 
as she swam lazily about in the pool, `and she sits purring so 
nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face--and 
she is such a nice soft thing to nurse--and she's such a capital 
one for catching mice--oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, 
for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt 
certain it must be really offended. `We won't talk about her any 
more if you'd rather not.' 

`We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end 
of his tail. `As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family 
always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear 
the name again!' 

`I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the 
subject of conversation. `Are you--are you fond--of--of dogs?' 
The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: `There is 
such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! 
A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly 
brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and 
it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things--I 
can't remember half of them--and it belongs to a farmer, you 
know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! 
He says it kills all the rats and--oh dear!' cried Alice in a 
sorrowful tone, `I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the 
Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and 
making quite a commotion in the pool as it went. 

So she called softly after it, `Mouse dear! Do come back 
again, and we won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you don't 
like them!' When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam 
slowly back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice 
thought), and it said in a low trembling voice, `Let us get to 
the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, and you'll 
understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.' 

It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded 
with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a 
Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious 
creatures. Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the 
shore. 