He says it is a golden goblet wrought by enchanted gnomes.
The day the Princess happened was a fine, hot day, last October, and we were quite tired with the walk up to the Park.
We always go in by the little gate at the top of Croom's Hill.

It is the postern gate that things always happen at in stories.

It was dusty walking, but when we got in the Park it was ripping, so we rested a bit, and lay on our backs, and looked up at the trees, and wished we could play monkeys.

I have done it before now, but the Park-keeper makes a row if he catches you.
When we'd rested a little, Alice said-- 'It was a long way to the enchanted wood, but it is very nice now we are there.

I wonder what we shall find in it ?' 'We shall find deer,' said Dicky, 'if we go to look; but they go on the other side of the Park because of the people with buns.' Saying buns made us think of lunch, so we had it; and when we had done we scratched a hole under a tree and buried the papers, because we know it spoils pretty places to leave beastly, greasy papers lying about.