“They say this is the very room where Alice went Through the Looking Glass!” My big sister had a glint in her eye as she gestured. “I think it’s that big mirror hanging on the wall.”
“How could she go through the looking glass? Glass is solid. It makes no sense.” I protested.
“Maybe she broke the mirror and went through.”
“No way! That would be seven years bad luck. Alice wasn’t stupid.”
“Hmmm... Let’s have a closer look.”
I followed her over and examined the mirror. There was something on the mirror’s edge, a latch of some sort. I fiddled with it. Suddenly it clicked and mirror moved slightly. I gasped.
My sister pulled the mirror, and it swung inward towards us, like a small door. We both looked at the dark passage revealed behind it.
“Well come on!” I said an climbed in.