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Through the Looking Glass - Lewis Carroll
she was hard at work on the white kitten, which was lying
quite still and trying to purr—no doubt feeling that it was
all meant for its good.
But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in the
afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in a cor-
ner of the great arm-chair, half talking to herself and half
asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of romps
with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to wind up,
and had been rolling it up and down till it had all come
undone again; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug,
all knots and tangles, with the kitten running after its own
tail in the middle.
‘Oh, you wicked little thing!’ cried Alice, catching up the
kitten, and giving it a little kiss to make it understand that it
was in disgrace. ‘Really, Dinah ought to have taught you
better manners! You ought, Dinah, you know you ought!’
she added, looking reproachfully at the old cat, and speak-
ing in as cross a voice as she could manage—and then she
scrambled back into the arm-chair, taking the kitten and the
worsted with her, and began winding up the ball again. But
she didn’t get on very fast, as she was talking all the time,
Looking-Glass house
One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had noth-
ing to do with it:—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. For
the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old
cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well,
considering); so you see that it couldn’t have had any hand in
the mischief.
The way Dinah washed her children’s faces was this: first
she held the poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and
then with the other paw she rubbed its face all over, the
wrong way, beginning at the nose: and just now, as I said,