really did rise as she spoke, several inches; but she got hold of the edge of the table, and managed to pull herself down again.
"Take care of yourself!" screamed the White Queen, seizing Alice's hair with both her hands. "Something's going to happen!"
And then (as Alice afterwards described it) all sorts of things happened in a moment. The candles all grew up to the ceiling, looking something like a bed of rushes with fireworks at the top. As to the bottles, they each took a pair of plates, which they hastily fitted on as wings, and so, with forks for legs, went fluttering about in all directions. "And very like birds they look," Alice thought to herself, as well as she could in the dreadful confusion that was beginning.
At this moment she heard a hoarse laugh at her side, and turned to see what was the matter with the White
