'Curiouser and curiouer!' cried Goldie (he was so much surprised, that the moment he quite forgot to speak good English); 'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!' ( for when he looked down, they seem to be almost out of sight, they were so far off). 'Oh, my poor little bear feet, I wonder who will put your bear shoes and stocking on for you now, dears? I'm sure / shan't be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;-but I must be kind to them,'thought Goldie, ' or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.' And he went on planning to himself how he could manage it. 'They must go by carrier,' he thought; 'and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet! and how odd the directions will look! GOLDIE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ. HEARTDRUG, NEAR THE FENDER, ( WITH GOLDIE'S LOVE) . Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!' Just then his head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact he was now more than nine feet high, and he at once look up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door. Poor Goldie! It was as much as he could do lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: he sat down and began to cry again. ' You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Goldie, 'a great boy like you,' ( he might well say this),' to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But he went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all around him, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall. After a time he heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and he hastily dried his eyes to see what was coming. It was the Purple Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of whit 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, 'Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting! ' Goldie felt so desperate that he was ready to ask help of anyone; so, when the Rabbit came near him, he began, in a low, timid voice, 'If you please, sir-' The Rabbit started violently, dropping the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Goldie took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot ( due to all the fur), he kept fanning himself all the time he went on talking: 'Dear, dear! How queer everything is today! And yesterday things were on just as usual. I wonder if I've changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remeber feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, THAT'S the great puzzle!' And he began thinking over all the animatronics he knew that were of all the same age as himself, to see if he could have been changed for any of them. " I'm sure not Mangle,' he said,' for their hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't be Foxy, for I know all sorts of things, and he, oh! he knows such a very little! Besides, HE'S he, and I'm I, and- oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is- oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at this rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome-no! THAT'S all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Foxy! I'll try and say " How doth the little-"' and he crossed his paws on his laps as if he were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but his voice, sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come out the same as they used to do:- 'How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail, and pour he waters of the Nile on every golden scale! 'How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spread his claws, and welcome little fishes in with gently smiling jaws!' "I'm sure those are not right words,' said poor Goldie, and his eyes filled with tears again as he went on, ' I must be Foxy after all, and I shall have to go live in that poky little room, and have to next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I 've made up my mind about it; if I'm Foxy, I'll stay down here! It'll be no used their putting their heads down and say " Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say " Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else"-but, oh dear!' cried Goldie, with a sudden burst of tears, ' I do wish they WOULD put their heads down! I am so VERY tired of being all alone here!' As he said this he looked down at his paws, and was surprised to see that he had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while he was talking. 'How CAN I have done that?' he thought. ' I must be growing small again.' He got up and went to the table to measure himself by it, and found that, as nearly as he could guess, he was now about 2 feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: he soon found out that the cause of this was the fan he was holding, and he dropped it hastily, just in time to aviod shrinking away altogether. ' That WAS a narrow escape!' said Goldie , a good deal frightened at all the sudden change, but very glad to find himself still in existence; 'and now for the garden!' and he ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor cub, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's too bad , that it is!' As he said these words his foot slipped, and in another moment. splash! he was up to his chin in salt water. His first idea that he had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by railway' he saif to himself. ( Goldie has been to the seaside once in his life, and had come to the general conclusion, that whatever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some animatronics digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, he soon made out that he was in the pool of the tears which he had wept when he was nine feet high. 'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Goldie, as he swam about, trying to find his way out. ' I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! Then WILL be queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer today.' Juat then he heard something splash about in the pool a little way off, and he swam nearer to make out what it was: at first he thought it must be a walrus or hippotamus, but then he remembered how small he was now, and he soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like himself. 'Would it be of any us, now' thought Goldie, 'to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out of the way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So he began: 'Oh Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' ( Goldie thought it must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: he had never done such thing before, but he remembered having to seen in his brother's Latin Grammar, A Mouse-of a mouse-to a mouse-a mouse-O mouse!) The Mouse looked at him rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing. 'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thougth Goldie; 'I dare say it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all his knoweledge of history, Goldie had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So he begain again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in his French lesson book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh beg your pardon!' cried Goldie hastily, afraid that he had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.' 'Not like cats!' cried the mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would YOU like cats if you were me?' 'Well, perhaps not,' said Goldie in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you, our cat Max: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see him. He is such a dear quiet thing,' Goldie went on, half to himself, as he swam lazily about in the pool, 'and he sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking his paws and washing his face-and he is such a nice soft thing to nurse-and he's such a capital one for catching mice-oh, I beg your pardon! cried Goldie again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and he felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about him anymore if you's rather not.' 'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar thing! Don't let me hear the name again!' 'I won't indeed!' said Goldie, in a hurry to change the subject of conversation. 'Are you-fond of- of-of dogs?' The Mouse did not answer, so Goldie went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things-I can't remember half of them-and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful , it's worth a hundered pounds! He says it kills all ther rats and-oh dear!' cried Goldie in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from him as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went. So he called softly after it, 'Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we won't speak about cats or dogs either, if you don't like them!' When the Mouse heard this, it turned around and swam slowly back to him: its face was quite pale ( with passion, Goldie thought), and it said in a low trembling voice, 'Let's us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you, my history, and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.' It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Goldie led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.

End of Chapter 2. 

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