Alison woke up early and skipped her way down the winding path to the Looking-Glass House, a big building on the hill. You can press your face up against the front of it and see into the lobby, only the things go the other way. She pretended the glass got all soft like gauze so that she could get through. Suddenly, the glass WAS beginning to melt away, just like a bright, silvery mist. In another moment, Alison was through the glass and had jumped lightly into the Supervisors’ Chamber. She said, “oh, what fun it’ll be, when they see me through the glass in here and can’t get at me!”
She noticed that the chairs in front of the room were all lined up, but backwards. Four chessmen were lined up, two by two, walking backwards. Alison, for fear of frightening them, whispered to herself, “why is everything going backwards here? The world I came from was all forward, all regular way, but here you have to go backwards to keep up!”
Alison looked on with great interest as the first chessman began to read from a long book in a language she didn’t understand. It was like this.
She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought struck her.
“Why, it’s a Looking-glass book, of course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will go all the right way again.”
These were the words that through the glass Alison read: “MORALLY BINDING.”