The mirror was tall, with a carved wooden frame. Engraved on the mirror in gothic lettering were the words “Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the prettiest of all”
Alice read the words aloud, giggling at the fact that she had read them in a book. Now there they were in the reverend's secret room, on a mirror no less. She was a curious girl the reverend said “Curiouser, and curiouser each day”.
She smiled at the words, and read them aloud again. She so wanted to be the prettiest, but she knew that her sister was the pretty one. Alice was the youngest, with straight blonde hair. Not golden curls like her sister’s.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the prettiest of all?” She had to ask a third time, she knew. Just as the fairy tales said, Third time's the charm. And as she finished speaking the mirror misted.
Being ten years old, meant that she believed in magic and was not surprised in the least. Nor was she surprised when the mist turned into a smiling man in a top hat.
“Why, good morning to you.” he said quite happily. “What is a nice child like you doing in what appears to be a dusty storage closet”?
Alice in perfect manners returned the greeting with a small curtsy, “Shh, you mustn't tell. The reverend said that I must never come to this room. but I couldn’t resist.”
The image smiled in a way that would have caused any adult to step far away from the mirror. “Apparently this reverend does not know much of little girls. But if it’s young Dodgson, I believe he would like to learn much, much, more about them. I spoke to him in his youth. And I know what would make him happy. Would you like to make the reverend happy?”
“Well, young lady, step close and take my hand. You will learn so much here.”
Alice almost touched the mirror, then stopped. “I think that I would like to think about this. May I come see you again?”
The things eyes glazed red for the tiniest of moments. “Well of course, young lady. My mirror is always open for company.”.