Alice could see, as well as if she were looking over their shoulders,  that all the jurors were writing down 'stupid things!' on their slates,  and she could even make out that one of them didn't know how to spell  'stupid,' and that he had to ask his neighbour to tell him. 'A nice  muddle their slates'll be in before the trial's over!' thought Alice.

One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, Alice  could not stand, and she went round the court and got behind him, and  very soon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quickly  that the poor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could not make out  at all what had become of it; so, after hunting all about for it, he was  obliged to write with one finger for the rest of the day; and this was  of very little use, as it left no mark on the slate.

'Herald, read the accusation!' said the King.

On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then  unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:

'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite away!'

As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see  that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while  she was talking. 'How CAN I have done that?' she thought. 'I must  be growing small again.' She got up and went to the table to measure  herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now  about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found  out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped  it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether. 'That WAS a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the  sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; 'and  now for the garden!' and she 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 child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never!  And I declare it's too bad, that it is!' As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash!  she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she  had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by  railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in  her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go  to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the  sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row  of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon  made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she  was nine feet high. 'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying  to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by  being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure!  However, everything is queer to-day.' Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way  off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought  it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small  she was now, and she soon made out