'Well ?' 'Well,' Dora said, 'I'm very sorry it happened to Albert--I'd rather it had been one of us.

It would have been my turn to go into the tunnel, only I don't like worms, so they let me off.

You see we were digging for treasure.' 'Yes,' said Alice, 'and I think we were just coming to the underground passage that leads to the secret hoard, when the tunnel fell in on Albert.

He _is_ so unlucky,' and she sighed.
Then Albert-next-door began to scream again, and his uncle wiped his face--his own face, not Albert's--with his silk handkerchief, and then he put it in his trousers pocket.

It seems a strange place to put a handkerchief, but he had his coat and waistcoat off and I suppose he wanted the handkerchief handy.