"You have forgotten.

I told you long ago it is all a matter of fancy." "Yes, if everything grew little _together_," persisted Griselda; "but it isn't everything.

It's just you or me, or both of us.

No, it can't be both of us.

And I don't think it can be me, for if any of me had grown little all would, and my eyes haven't grown little, for everything looks as big as usual, only _you_ a great deal bigger.