The White Rabbit and the Mouse

Alice was left alone and felt very lonely. She heard a little patterning of footsteps in the distance. It was the white rabbit trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously at bad as it went. Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves - but they were nowhere to be seen. Everything seemed to have changed since her swim in the pool. The glass table and the little door had vanished completely. A melon colliged home. Nobody seemed to like her down here. I'm sure she's the best cat in the world. Oh, my dear dina, I wonder if I shall ever see you anymore.