`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 speaking 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, sometimes to the kitten, and sometimes to herself. Kitty
sat very demurely on her knee, pretending to watch the progress of
the winding, and now and then putting out one paw and gently touching
the ball, as if it would be glad to help, if it might.
`Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty?' Alice began. `You'd have
guessed if you'd been up in the window with me -- only Dinah was
making you tidy, so you couldn't. I was watching the boys getting in
stick for the bonfire -- and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty! Only
it got so cold, and it snowed so, they had to leave off. Never mind,
Kitty, we'll go and see the bonfire to-morrow.
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