Well, THIS turn goes to the hill, I suppose--no, it doesn't!
This goes straight back to the house! Well then, I'll try it the
other way.'

And so she did: wandering up and down, and trying turn after
turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would.
Indeed, once, when she turned a corner rather more quickly than
usual, she ran against it before she could stop herself.

'It's no use talking about it,' Alice said, looking up at the
house and pretending it was arguing with her. 'I'm NOT going in
again yet. I know I should have to get through the Looking-glass
again--back into the old room--and there'd be an end of all
my adventures!'

So, resolutely turning her back upon the house, she set out once
more down the path, determined to keep straight on till she got to
the hill. For a few minutes all went on well, and she was just
saying, 'I really SHALL do it this time--' when the path gave a
sudden twist and shook itself (as she described it afterwards),
and the next moment she found herself actually walking in at the
door.

'Oh, it's too bad!' she cried. 'I never saw such a house for
getting in the way! Never!'

However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing
to be done but start again. This time she came upon a large
flower-bed, with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing
in the middle.