‘Please, then,’ said Alice, ‘how am I to get in?’ 🔊

‘There might be some sense in your knocking,’ the Footman went on

without attending to her, ‘if we had the door between us. 🔊 For instance,

if you were inside, you might knock, and I could let you out, you know.’ 🔊

He was looking up into the sky all the time he was speaking, and this

Alice thought decidedly uncivil. 🔊 ‘But perhaps he can’t help it,’ she

said to herself; ‘his eyes are so very nearly at the top of his head. 🔊

But at any rate he might answer questions.--How am I to get in?’ she

repeated, aloud. 🔊

‘I shall sit here,’ the Footman remarked, ‘till tomorrow--’ 🔊

At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came

skimming out, straight at the Footman’s head: 🔊 it just grazed his nose,

and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him. 🔊

‘--or next day, maybe,’ the Footman continued in the same tone, exactly

as if nothing had happened. 🔊

‘How am I to get in?’ asked Alice again, in a louder tone. 🔊