"Simba," said Candace on day, "you look like the red king. Can you play chess?"
Kitty yawned.
Candace held him up to the mirror."See the looking-glass house Kitty?That's where you'll go if you don't behave."
"Imagine what it's like to live there," she added, dreamily. "Let's pretend the glass has gone soft. so we can get through. Oh"
To her surprise, Candace found herself up on the mantelpiece, with no idea how she got there.
The glass was melting away, like a bright silvery mist. In a moment Candace was through and had crossed over into the looking-glass room.
Candace sat on the mantelpiece and stared. A chess board lay on the floor and the chess pieces were stroling around.
She could see the Red King and Queen, the White King and Queen, pawns and knights. But none of them seemed to see Candace.
Then she spotted a book . Candace jumped down and opened it - but the book was written in a language she didn't know. Candace puzzled over this for some time until a thought struck her. "A it's a looking - glass book, perhaps I should hold it up to a mirror..."And this is what she saw:
THE ISLAND OF CHESS
'TWAS BRILLIG, AND THE SLITHY TOVES
DID GYRE AND GIMBLE IN THE WABE:
ALL MIMSY WERE RHE BOROGROVES,
AND THE MOME RATHS OUT GRABE.
"Very pretty," she said. She didn't like to admit she still couldn't undersatnd it all .
"Oh!" she cried, jumping up. "If I don't hurry, I shall have to go back before I'veexplored anywhere."she ran from th room and raced down some stairs, slmost floating through the hall to theBut still a gud pic front door.
