It was N, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and F heard it muttering to itself “The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear! Oh my dear! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped it, I wonder?” F guessed in a moment that it was looking for the semicolon ";" gem, and he very good-naturedly began hunting about for it, but they were nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to have changed since his swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and the little door, had vanished completely.
Very soon N noticed F, as he went hunting about, and called out to him in an angry tone, “Why, F, what are you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me my semicolon gem! Quick, now!” And F was so much frightened that he ran off at once in the direction it pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.
"He took me for his housemaid,” he said to himself as he ran. “How surprised he’ll be when he finds out who I am! But I’d better take him his semicolon gem—that is, if I can find it.” As he said this, he came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass plate with the name “N” engraved upon it. He went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest he should meet the real housemaid and be turned out of the house before he had found the semicolon ";" gem.
"How queer it seems,” F said to himself, “to be going messages for a letter! I suppose my friends will sending me on messages next!” And he began fancying the sort of thing that would happen: “‘F! Come here directly, and get ready for your walk!’ ‘Coming in a minute, N, But I’ve got to get his gem immediately’ Only I don’t think,” F went on, “that they’d let my friends stop in the house if it began ordering the letters about like that!"
By this time he had found his way into a tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it (as he had hoped) the semicolon ";" gem: he took up the semicolon ";" gem, and was just going to leave the room, when his eye fell upon a little box that stood near the looking-glass. There was a label that has the same note,“EAT ME,” but nevertheless he uncorked it and put it to his lips. “I know something interesting is sure to happen,” he said to himself, “whenever I eat or drink anything; so I’ll just see what this cake does. I do hope it’ll make me grow large again, for really I’m quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!”
It did so indeed, and much sooner than he had expected: before he had ate half the cake, he found his head pressing against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save his neck from being broken. He hastily put down the cake, saying to himself “That’s quite enough—I hope I shouldn’t grow any more—As it is, I can’t get out at the door—I do wish I hadn’t ate quite so much!”
Alas! It was too late to wish that! He went on growing, and growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even room for this, and he tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled round his head. Still he went on growing, and, as a last resource, he put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the roof, and said to himself
“Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What will become of me?”
Luckily for F, the cake had now had its full effect, and he grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of him ever getting out of the room again, no wonder he felt unhappy.
"It was much pleasanter at home,” thought F, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by the other letters. 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,” he added in a sorrowful tone; “at least there’s no room to grow up any more here.”
"But then,” thought F, “shall I never get any older than I am now? That’ll be a comfort, one way—never to be a nice letter—but then—always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn’t like that!”
“Oh, you foolish letter!” F answered himself. “How can you learn lessons in here? Why, there’s hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson-books!"
And so he went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes he heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.
"F! F!" said the voice. “Fetch me my gem this moment!” Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. F knew it was N coming to look for him, and he trembled till he shook the house, quite forgetting that he was now about a thousand times as large as N, and had no reason to be afraid of it.
Presently N came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as the door opened inwards, and F’s elbow was pressed hard against it, that attempt proved a failure. F heard it say to himself “Then I’ll go round and get in at the window.”
"That you won’t!” thought F, and, after waiting till he fancied he heard N just under the window, he suddenly spread out his hand, and made a snatch in the air. He did not get hold of anything, but he heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which he concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.
Next came an angry voice—which is N's—"Ugh! That monster in my house should get out of there!"
"I must burn the house down!” said N's voice; and F called out as loud as he could, “If you do, I’ll set my sharp teeth at you!”
There was a dead silence instantly, and F thought to himself, “I wonder what he will do next! If he had any sense, he'd take the roof off.” After a minute or two, N began moving about again, and F heard N say, “A barrowful will do, to begin with.”
"A barrowful of what?” thought F; but he had not long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit him in the face. “I’ll put a stop to this,” he said to himself, and shouted out, “You’d better not do that again!” which produced another dead silence.
F noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into small cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into his head. “If I eat one of these cakes,” he thought, “it’s sure to make some change in my size; and as it can’t possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.”
So he swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that he began shrinking directly. As soon as he was small enough to get through the door, he ran out of the house immediately.
Hi guys, I was a bit busy so I didn't update this book, but I might update more of this book♡♡
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