There were so many that she did not care to open any, but ran on to
the
end, where she turned into another passage, also full of doors. When
she
had turned twice more, and still saw doors and only doors about her,
she
began to get frightened. It was so silent! And all those doors must hide
rooms with nobody in them! That was dreadful. Also the rain made a
great
trampling noise on the roof. She turned and started at full speed, her
little footsteps echoing through the sounds of the rain--back for the
stairs and her safe nursery. So she thought, but she had lost herself
long ago. It doesn't follow that she _was_ lost, because she had lost
herself though.
She ran for some distance, turned several times, and then began to be
afraid. Very soon she was sure that she had lost the way back. Rooms
everywhere, and no stair! Her little heart beat as fast as ?W"?GF?P?fVWB&???B?V??bFV'2v2w&?v??r???W"F?&?B?'WB6?Rv2F???VvW"?BW&?2F??g&?v?FV?VBF?7'?f?"6??RF??R?B?7B?W"??P?f??VB?W"???F???r'WB76vW2?BF??'2WfW'?v?W&R6?RF?&Wp??W'6V?`???F?Rf???"??B&Vv?F?v???B7'????F?W&??????3??W6W'5??????F?7V?V?G5?F?R&??6W72?BF?Rv?&???F?7???vR3C?bc3@???