The White Rabbit soon noticed Alice hunting for his gloves and fan. He called out to her in an angry voice. "Mary Ann, what are you doing here? Run home right now, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Hurry!"
Alice knew that the rabbit had mistaken her for someone else. But he sounded so angry that she ran where he was pointing. She didn't try to explain his mistake to him.
"He probably thinks I'm his servant," she thought. "He'll be surprised when he finds out who I am. But he's so angry right now that I'd better find his gloves and fan."
Alice soon came upon a neat little house. On the door was a brass sign that said W. Rabbit. She hurried inside and closed the front door.
"How strange to be sent on an errand by a rabbit." Alice laughed. "Soon Dinah will be sending me on errands too!"
Alice entered a room with a table near the window. On the table lay a fan and a pair of white gloves. Alice picked them up. She was about to leave when she spotted a bottle on the floor.
This time there was no label saying, Drink Me, but Alice uncorked the bottle anyway. "Whenever I eat or drink anything today, something interesting happens," she thought.
She took a sip. "I hope this will make me grow again because I'm tired of being so small."
That is exactly what happened and much faster than Alice expected. Before she had drunk half the bottle, her head was pressing against the ceiling. She quickly put down the bottle.
"That's enough! I hope I won't grow anymore because I can't get out the door. I wish I hadn't drunk so much."
But it was too late for that. Alice went on growing and soon had to kneel on the floor. In another minute she had to lie with one foot up the chimney. She stuck one arm out the window.
"There's no more room for me!" Alice wailed.
Luckily she stopped growing. But she was very uncomfortable, being squashed inside the White Rabbit's house.
"It was much nicer at home," Alice said. "I wasn't always changing size, and mice and rabbits weren't ordering me around. I wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit hole. And yet . . . and yet . . . this is quite an adventure. I used to think fairy tales weren't real. And now I seem to be in the middle of one! Maybe someone will write a book about me—"
Suddenly Alice heard an angry voice outside.
"Mary Ann, where are you!" the White Rabbit called. He tried to open his front door, but Alice's elbow was pressing hard against it.
"Then I'll go through a window," the White Rabbit said.
"No, you won't," Alice said. She waited until she heard the White Rabbit under the window. Then she tried to grab him.
The White Rabbit shrieked and ran away. "Pat! Pat! Where are you?"
"Right here! Digging potatoes in the garden," a man replied.
"Pat, what's that in the window?"
There was a pause while the gardener looked at the house. "Hmm . . . Looks like an arm to me."
"An arm? Who's ever seen an arm that big? Take it away!"
Alice waved her arm around and heard some whispering. Then all was silent for a while—until a crowd began gathering under the window.