The Little Golden Key

Alice's eyes filled with tears again as she went. I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that pokey little house. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spread his claws,. and welcome little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws. If I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here. It'll be no use they're putting their heads down and saying, come up again dear. She put one of the rabbits' little white kid gloves on while she was talking. As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash.