Looking-Glass house

           Onethingwascertain,thatthewhitekittenhadhadnothingtodowithit:—itwastheblackkitten’sfaultentirely.Forthewhitekittenhadbeenhavingitsfacewashedbytheoldcatforthelastquarterofanhour(andbearingitprettywell,considering);soyouseethatitcouldn’thavehadanyhandinthemischief.

           ThewayDinahwashedherchildren’sfaceswasthis:firstsheheldthepoorthingdownbyitsearwithonepaw,andthenwiththeotherpawsherubbeditsfaceallover,thewrongway,beginningatthenose:andjustnow,asIsaid,shewashardatworkonthewhitekitten,whichwaslyingquitestillandtryingtopurr—nodoubtfeelingthatitwasallmeantforitsgood.

           Buttheblackkittenhadbeenfinishedwithearlierintheafternoon,andso,whileAlicewassittingcurledupinacornerofthegreatarm-chair,halftalkingtoherselfandhalfasleep,thekittenhadbeenhavingagrandgameofrompswiththeballofworstedAlicehadbeentryingtowindup,andhadbeenrollingitupanddowntillithadallcomeundoneagain;andthereitwas,spreadoverthehearth-rug,allknotsandtangles,withthekittenrunningafteritsowntailinthemiddle.

           ‘Oh,youwickedlittlething!’criedAlice,catchingupthekitten,andgivingitalittlekisstomakeitunderstandthatitwasindisgrace.