So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that shebegan shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get throughthe door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of littleanimals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in themiddle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it somethingout of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared;but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thickwood.`The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she wandered aboutin the wood, `is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is tofind my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan.'It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simplyarranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how toset about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, alittle sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, andfeebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. `Poor little thing!' saidAlice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she wasterribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, inwhich case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held itout to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feetat once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe toworry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself frombeing run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppymade another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry toget hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of playwith a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under itsfeet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of shortcharges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and along way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down agood way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and itsgreat eyes half shut.This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she setoff at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till thepuppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.`And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant against abuttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: `Ishould have liked teaching it tricks very much, if--if I'd only been the rightsize to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again!Let me see--how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drinksomething or other; but the great question is, what?'The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at theflowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that lookedlike the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was alarge mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; andwhen she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, itoccurred to her that she might as well look and see what was on the top ofit.She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of themushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, thatwas sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah,and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.CHAPTER V Advice from a CaterpillarThe Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: atlast the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in alanguid, sleepy voice.`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied,rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who IWAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changedseveral times since then.'`What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself,you see.'`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, `for I can'tunderstand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'`It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.`Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but when you haveto turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then after thatinto a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?'`Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.`Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; `all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.'`You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are YOU?'Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alicefelt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's making such VERY short remarks,and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, `I think, you ought to tellme who YOU are, first.'`Why?' said the Caterpillar.Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of anygood reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a VERY unpleasantstate of mind, she turned away.`Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her. `I've something important tosay!'This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again.`Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar.`Is that all?' said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could.`No,' said the Caterpillar.Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, andperhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For someminutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms,took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, `So you think you'rechanged, do you?'`I'm afraid I am, sir,' said Alice; `I can't remember things as I used--and Idon't keep the same size for ten minutes together!'`Can't remember WHAT things?' said the Caterpillar.`Well, I've tried to say "HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE," but it all camedifferent!' Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.`Repeat, "YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILLIAM,"' said the Caterpillar.Alice folded her hands, and began:--`You are old, Father William,' the young man said, `And your hair hasbecome very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do youthink, at your age, it is right?'`In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, `I feared it might injurethe brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it againand again.'`You are old,' said the youth, `as I mentioned before, And have grownmost uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--Pray, what is the reason of that?'`In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, `I kept all mylimbs very supple By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- Allowme to sell you a couple?'`You are old,' said the youth, `and your jaws are too weak For anythingtougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and thebeak-- Pray how did you manage to do it?'`In my youth,' said his father, `I took to the law, And argued each casewith my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Haslasted the rest of my life.'`You are old,' said the youth, `one would hardly suppose That your eye wasas steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- Whatmade you so awfully clever?'`I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' Said his father;`don't give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Beoff, or I'll kick you down stairs!'`That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar.`Not QUITE right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; `some of the words havegot altered.'`It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar decidedly, andthere was silence for some minutes.The Caterpillar was the first to speak.`What size do you want to be?' it asked.`Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; `only one doesn'tlike changing so often, you know.'`I DON'T know,' said the Caterpillar.Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her lifebefore, and she felt that she was losing her temper.`Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar.`Well, I should like to be a LITTLE larger, sir, if you wouldn't mind,' saidAlice: `three inches is such a wretched height to be.'`It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itselfupright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).`But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. And shethought of herself, `I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily offended!'`You'll get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; and it put the hookah intoits mouth and began smoking again.This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a minute ortwo the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once ortwice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawledaway in the grass, merely remarking as it went, `One side will make yougrow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.'`One side of WHAT? The other side of WHAT?' thought Alice to herself.`Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud;and in another moment it was out of sight.Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying tomake out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, shefound this a very difficult question. However, at last she stretched her armsround it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with eachhand.`And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a little of theright-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt a violent blowunderneath her chin: it had struck her foot!She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she feltthat there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set towork at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closelyagainst her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but shedid it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.* * * * * *`Come, my head's free at last!' said Alice in a tone of delight, whichchanged into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulderswere nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, wasan immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea ofgreen leaves that lay far below her.`What CAN all that green stuff be?' said Alice. `And where HAVE myshoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?' Shewas moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow,except a little shaking among the distant green leaves.As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, shetried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that herneck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had justsucceeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to divein among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of thetrees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made herdraw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and wasbeating her violently with its wings.`Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon.`I'm NOT a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. `Let me alone!'`Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone,and added with a kind of sob, `I've tried every way, and nothing seems tosuit them!'`I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said Alice.`I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've tried hedges,'the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; `but those serpents! There'sno pleasing them!'Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use insaying anything more till the Pigeon had finished.`As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs,' said the Pigeon; `but Imust be on the look-out for serpents night and day! Why, I haven't had awink of sleep these three weeks!'`I'm very sorry you've been annoyed,' said Alice, who was beginning to seeits meaning.`And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood,' continued the Pigeon,raising its voice to a shriek, `and just as I was thinking I should be free ofthem at last, they must needs come wriggling down from the sky! Ugh,Serpent!'`But I'm NOT a serpent, I tell you!' said Alice. `I'm a--I'm a--'`Well! WHAT are you?' said the Pigeon. `I can see you're trying to inventsomething!'`I--I'm a little girl,' said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered thenumber of changes she had gone through that day.`A likely story indeed!' said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest contempt.`I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never ONE with such aneck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's no use denying it. Isuppose you'll be telling me next that you never tasted an egg!'`I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful child;`but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.'`I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; `but if they do, why then they're a kindof serpent, that's all I can say.'This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for a minute ortwo, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, `You're looking foreggs, I know THAT well enough; and what does it matter to me whetheryou're a little girl or a serpent?'`It matters a good deal to ME,' said Alice hastily; `but I'm not looking foreggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want YOURS: I don't like themraw.'`Well, be off, then!' said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled down againinto its nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as well as she could, forher neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and every now andthen she had to stop and untwist it. After a while she remembered that shestill held the pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work verycarefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and growingsometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded inbringing herself down to her usual height.It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it feltquite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and begantalking to herself, as usual. `Come, there's half my plan done now! Howpuzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, fromone minute to another! However, I've got back to my right size: the nextthing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how IS that to be done, Iwonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with alittle house in it about four feet high. `Whoever lives there,' thought Alice,`it'll never do to come upon them THIS size: why, I should frighten themout of their wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and didnot venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nineinches high.CHAPTER VI Pig and PepperFor a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering what todo next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of thewood--(she considered him to be a footman because he was in livery:otherwise, judging by his face only, she would have called him a fish)--andrapped loudly at the door with his knuckles. It was opened by anotherfootman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and bothfootmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over their heads.She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and crept a little wayout of the wood to listen.The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter,nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, saying, ina solemn tone, `For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to playcroquet.' The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone, onlychanging the order of the words a little, `From the Queen. An invitation forthe Duchess to play croquet.'Then they both bowed low, and their curls got entangled together.Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into the wood forfear of their hearing her; and when she next peeped out the Fish-Footmanwas gone, and the other was sitting on the ground near the door, staringstupidly up into the sky.Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.`There's no sort of use in knocking,' said the Footman, `and that for tworeasons. First, because I'm on the same side of the door as you are;