d a lid.
They would just do beautifully. Under the larger tray there was just one
big space without a lid, 'just a hole,' I called it. I went on for a
little time, laying in some of the clothes first to make a nice soft
place for the dolls to lie on, but I soon got tired. It was so very far
to reach over, for the outside edges of the box were high, higher of
course than the _inside_ divisions, for the trays I had taken out, which
lay on the top of the lower spaces, were a good depth, and there had
been no division between them. It came into my head that it would be
much easier if I were to get into the box myself--I could stand in the
big hole, as I called it, and reach over to the little divisions where I
wanted to put the dolls, and it would be far less tiring than trying to
reach over from the outside. So I clambered in--it was not very
difficult--and when I found myself really inside the trunk I was so
pleased that I sat down cross-legged, like a little Turk, to take a rest
before going on with what I called my packing. But sitting still for
long was not in my way--I soon jumped up again, meaning to reach over
for Lady Regina, who was lying on the floor beside the trunk, but, how
it happened I cannot tell, I suppose I somehow caught the tapes which
fastened the lid; any way down it came! It did not hurt me much, for I
had not had time to stretch out my head, and the weight fell mostly on
my shoulders, sideways as it were, and before I knew what had happened I
found myself doubled up somehow in my hole, with the heavy lid on the
top of me, all in the dark, except a little line of light round the
edge, for the lid had not shut quite down; the hasp of the lock--as the
little sticking-out piece is called--had caught in the fall, and was
wedged into a wrong place. So, luckily for me, there was still a space
for some air to come in, and a little light, though very little. I was
dreadfully frightened at first; then I began to get over my fright a
little, and to struggle to get out. Of course my first idea was to try
to push up the lid with my head and shoulders; I remember the feeling of
it pushing back upon me--the dreadful feeling that I couldn't move it,
that I was shut up there and couldn't get out! I was too little to
understand all at once that there could be any danger, that I might
perhaps be suffocated--that means choked, Baby--for want of air; or that
I might really be hurt by being so cramped and doubled up. And r