“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Alice, “a great girl like you, to go on crying in this way!”
She generally gave herself very good advice, though she very seldom followed it.
Soon there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching halfway down the hall.
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance.
It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other.
He came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came.
Alice was ready to ask for help, though she felt very nervous about speaking to him.
The Rabbit started violently, dropped the gloves and the fan, and hurried away into the darkness.