oor was shut again, and the little golden key was lying onРthe glass table as before, “and things are worse than ever,” thought theРpoor child, “for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declareРit’s too bad, that it is!”Р As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment,Рsplash! she was up to her chin in salt-water. Her first idea was that sheРhad somehow fallen into the sea, “and in that case I can go back by rail-Рway,” she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life,Рand e to the general conclusion that, wherever you go to on theРEnglish coast, you find a number of bathing-machines in the sea, someРchildren digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging-Рhouses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon madeР 10