Alice, falling, sees on the top shelf of the open cupboard a jar bearing the label RASPBERRY JAM, a yew-wood tea caddy with brass fastenings and a design of handpainted plants and flowers on the lid, and a tin of lemon snaps: the dark green top shows in the center an oval containing a colored head of Prince Albert. On the bottom shelf Alice sees a porcelain dessert plate with a gilt border and a center panel showing a young man in a tilted tricorne, red jacket, and white breeches, standingbeside an oak tree; a bread knife with an ivoryhandle carved toshow a boy holding wheat in his arms; and a silver-plated cream jugwith a garland of silver-plated leaves and berries encircling the base .
First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to , but it was too dark tosee anything; then she looked at the sides of the well , and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves: here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down ajar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great disappointment it was empty . . .
Bottom of the ninth, two out, game tied, runners at the corners, the count full on McCluskey, the fans on their feet, this place is going wild, outfield shaded in to guard against the blooper, pitcher looks in, shakes off the sign , a big lead off first, they’re not holding him on , only run that matters is the man dancing off third, shakes off anothersign , McCluskey asking for time, steps out of the box, tugs up his batter’s glove, knocks dirt from his spikes, it’s a cat ’n’ mouse game, break up his rhythm, make him wait, now the big guy’s back in the box, down in his crouch , the tall lefty toes the rubber, looks in, gives the nod . . .
