There was no mistake about it.
'I hope whoever it is will go straight to the front door,' said Alice.
But whoever it was did not.

There were feet on the gravel, and there was the uncle's voice, saying in his hearty manner-- 'This way.

This way.

On such a day as this we shall find our young barbarians all at play somewhere about the grounds.' And then, without further warning, the uncle, three other gentlemen and two ladies burst upon the scene.
We had no clothes on to speak of--I mean us boys.

We were all wet through.