. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . ll be,when they see me through the glass in here,and cant get at me! Then she began looking about, and noticedthat what could be seen from the old roomwas quite common and uninteresting, butthat all the rest was as different as instance, the pictures on the wall nextthe fire seemed to be all alive, and the veryclock on the chimney-piece (you know youcan only see the back of it in the Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man,and grinned at her. They dont keep this room so tidy as theother, Alice thought to hersel
. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . ll be,when they see me through the glass in here,and cant get at me! Then she began looking about, and noticedthat what could be seen from the old roomwas quite common and uninteresting, butthat all the rest was as different as instance, the pictures on the wall nextthe fire seemed to be all alive, and the veryclock on the chimney-piece (you know youcan only see the back of it in the Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man,and grinned at her. They dont keep this room so tidy as theother, Alice thought to herself, as shenoticed several of the chessmen down inthe hearth among the cinders: but in an-other moment, with a little Oh! of sur-prise, she was down on her hands and kneeswatching them. The chessmen were walk-ing about two and two! LOOKING-GLASS HOUSE, Here are the Red King- and the RedQueen, Alice said (in a whisper, for fear offrightening them), and there are the WhiteKing and the White Queen sitting on theedge of the shovel—and here are two Castles gl. walking arm in arm--I dont think they canhear rne, she went on as she put her headcloser down, and Im nearly sure they cantsee me. I feel somehow as if I were in vis •ible 2 6 THRO UGH THE LOOKING-GLA SS. Here something began squeaking on thetable behind Alice, and made her turn herhead just in time to see one of the WhitePawns roll over and begin kicking: shewatched it with great curiosity to see whatwould happen next. It is the voice of my child ! the WhiteQueen cried out, as she rushed past theKing, so violently that she knocked himover among the cinders. My precious Lily!My imperial kitten! and she began scramb-ling wildly up the side of the fender. Imperial fiddlestick! said the King, rub-bing his nose, which had been hurt by thefall. He had a right to be a little annoyedwith the Queen, for he was covered withashes from head to foot. Alice was very anxious to be of use, and,as the poor little Lily was nearly screaminghe
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