“Double-hung? Casement? Or Bay Window?” cried the White Rabbit.
He looked excited, as though he knew everything—which a rabbit seldom did. And, most surprising of all, he seemed to have the upper paw.
Alice blinked, puzzled. “Double…this sounds rather big,” she whispered.
The Rabbit tapped his pocket watch twice; the air rippled, and a glittering windowpane shimmered into place, floating in midair.
“Step through!” urged the Rabbit.
“Quickly now—before it shuts itself down.”
