I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass again--back into the old room--and there'd be an end of all my adventures!" So, resolutely turning her back upon the house, she set out once more down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to the hill.
For a few minutes all went on well, and she was just saying, "I really SHALL do it this time--" when the path gave a sudden twist and shook itself (as she described it afterwards), and the next moment she found herself actually walking in at the door.
"Oh, it's too bad!" she cried.

"I never saw such a house for getting in the way! Never!" However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing to be done but start again.

This time she came upon a large flower-bed, with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.
"O Tiger-lily," said Alice, addressing herself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, "I WISH you could talk!" "We CAN talk," said the Tiger-lily: "when there's anybody worth talking to." Alice was so astonished that she could not speak for a minute: it quite seemed to take her breath away.

At length, as the Tiger-lily only went on waving about, she spoke again, in a timid voice--almost in a whisper.
"And can ALL the flowers talk ?" "As well as YOU can," said the Tiger-lily.

"And a great deal louder." "It isn't manners for us to begin, you know," said the Rose, "and I really was wondering when you'd speak! Said I to myself, "Her face has got SOME sense in it, though it's not a clever one!" Still, you're the right colour, and that goes a long way." "I don't care about the colour," the Tiger-lily remarked.