Alice was most eager to pass through the little locked door, and so Mr Doorknob gave her a knowing look and said, ‘Isn’t the key right up there? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten it.’
Alice followed his gaze and looked up, and there indeed, upon the three-legged glass table, lay a golden key, but small as she was now, she could not begin to reach the table.
Suddenly, at her feet, a box of biscuits appeared out of nowhere. Perhaps it might prove useful.
