'For quite three minutes I thought I should perish in that grating, Dad, with my shoulder inside and the rest of me outside.

However, at last, by the most amazing and agonizing efforts, I pulled myself through and fell into this extraordinary cellar more dead than alive.

Then I wondered what I should do next.

Should I wait for the mysterious visitor to return, and stab him with my pocket scissors if he tried to enter, or should I raise an alarm?
First of all I replaced the broken grating, then I struck a match, and I saw that I had got landed in a wilderness of bottles.

The match went out, and I hadn't another one.