Alice found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof. There were doors all round but they were all locked, and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again. Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice's first idea was that this might belong to one of the doors of the hall. But, alas! Either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them.