And no wonder; for what she thought was a valley
with round, rocky sides, was no other than the space between two of the
roots of a great tree that grew on the borders of Giantland. She climbed
over the side of it, and right up to what she took for a black, round-
topped mountain, far away; but she soon discovered that it was close to
her, and was a hollow place so great that she could not tell what it was
hollowed out of. Staring at it, she found that it was a doorway; and,
going nearer and staring harder, she saw the door, far in, with a knocker
of iron upon it, a great many yards above her head, and as large as the
anchor of a big ship. Now, nobody had ever been unkind to Tricksey-Wee,
and therefore she was not afraid of anybody. For Buffy-Bob's box on the
ear she did not think worth considering. So, spying a little hole at the
bottom of the door, which had been nibbled by some giant mouse, she crept
through it, and found herself in an enormous hall, as big as if the late
Mr. Martin, R.A., had been the architect.
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