The White Rabbit

Alice found herself in a long low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof. There were doors all around the hall, but they were all locked. She walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever going to get out again. Suddenly, suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made a solid glass. It had nothing on except a tiny golden key. Alice opened the door and found that it led to a small passage, not much larger than a rat hole.