she felt a little nervous about this; ‘for it might end, you know,’ said
Alice to herself, ‘in my going out altogether, like a candle. 🔊 I wonder
what I should be like then?’ And she tried to fancy what the flame of a
candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember
ever having seen such a thing. 🔊
After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going
into the garden at once; 🔊 but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the
door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, 🔊 and when she
went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach
it: 🔊 she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her
best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; 🔊
and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing
‘Come, there’s no use in crying like that!’ said Alice to herself,
rather sharply; ‘I advise you to leave off this minute!’ 🔊 She generally
gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it),
and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into