Through the Looking Glass
by LEWIS CARROLL
CHAPTER 1
Looking-Glass house
One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing 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, 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 corner 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.
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