Every object we passed was recognized at once, but everything seemed so small, compared with what I had imagined it, that I was completely puzzled.

Finally, reaching Uncle Lauder's and getting into the old room where he had taught Dod and myself so many things, I exclaimed: "You are all here; everything is just as I left it, but you are now all playing with toys." The High Street, which I had considered not a bad Broadway, uncle's shop, which I had compared with some New York establishments, the little mounds about the town, to which we had run on Sundays to play, the distances, the height of the houses, all had shrunk.

Here was a city of the Lilliputians.

I could almost touch the eaves of the house in which I was born, and the sea--to walk to which on a Saturday had been considered quite a feat--was only three miles distant.

The rocks at the seashore, among which I had gathered wilks (whelks) seemed to have vanished, and a tame flat shoal remained.