"That was a precious mess!" remarked the Highlander.
"Wasn't it now!" said the Mouse. "And if he hadn't taken it into his head to come up again and fly down, I'd 'a' been there yet."
"Why, it's the very thing for us!" cried Dorothy, clapping her hands with delight as a happy thought occurred to her. "Let's all go up and get back our regular selves."
"You go first," said the Admiral, suspiciously, "and call down to us how it feels." But Dorothy wouldn't hear of this; and after a great deal of arguing and pushing and saying "You go in first," the whole party at last got squeezed in through the little doorway. Then the Mouse sat up on its hind legs and waved a little farewell with its paws, and the door softly closed.
"If we begin to grow now," said the Admiral's voice in the dark, "we'll all be squeegeed, sure!"
"What an extraordinary thing!" exclaimed Dorothy; for they had come out into a street full of houses.
"What I want to know is what's become of the door," said Sir Walter, indignantly, staring at a high wall where the door had been, and which was now perfectly blank.
"I'm sure I don't know," said Dorothy, quite bewildered. "It's really quite mysterious, isn't it?"
"It makes my stomach tickle like anything," said the Highlander, in a quavering voice.
"What shall we do?" said Dorothy, looking about uneasily.