Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy.
It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one
wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by
mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole—and
yet—and yet—it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I do
wonder what CAN have happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I
fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the
middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there
ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one—but I'm grown up now,' she
added in a sorrowful tone; 'at least there's no room to grow up any
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