The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence; at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. ‘Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.

Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall; in fact she was now more than nine feet high and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.