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.

'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 sticks 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.' Here Alice wound two or three turns of the

worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look: this led

to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards

and yards of it got unwound again.

'Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on as soon as they were

comfortably settled again, 'when I saw all the mischief you had been

doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into

the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous darling!

What have you got to say for yourself? Now don't interrupt me!' she

went on, holding up one finger. 'I'm going to tell you all your faults.

Number one: you squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your face this

morning. Now you can't deny it, Kitty: I heard you! What's that you

say?' (pretending that the kitten was speaking.) 'Her paw went into your

eye? Well, that's YOUR fault, for keeping your eyes open--if you'd

shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened. Now don't make any more

excuses, but listen! Number two: you pulled Snowdrop away by the tail

just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her! What, you were

thirsty, were you? How do you know she wasn't thirsty too? Now for

number three: you unwound every bit of the worsted while I wasn't

looking!

'That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished for any of

them yet. You know I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednesday

week--Suppose they had saved up all MY punishments!' she went on,

talking more to herself than the kitten. 'What WOULD they do at the end

of a year? I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when the day came.

Or--let me see--suppose each punishment was to be going without a

dinner: then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go without

fifty dinners at once! Well, I shouldn't mind THAT much! I'd far rather

go without them than eat them!

'Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft

it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside.

I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so

gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;

and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes

again." And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress

themselves all in green, and dance about--whenever the wind blows--oh,

that's very pretty!' cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap

her hands. 'And I do so WISH it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy

in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.

'Kitty, can you play chess? Now, don't smile, my dear, I'm asking it

seriously. Because, when we were playing just now, you watched just as

if you understood it: and when I said "Check!" you purred! Well, it WAS

a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn't been for

that nasty Knight, that came wiggling down among my pieces. Kitty, dear,

let's pretend--' And here I wish I could tell you half the things Alice

used to say, beginning with her favourite phrase 'Let's pretend.' She

had had quite a long argument with her sister only the day before--all

because Alice had begun with 'Let's pretend we're kings and queens;' and

her sister, who liked being very exact, had argued that they couldn't,

because there were only two of them, and Alice had been reduced at last

to say, 'Well, YOU can be one of them then, and I'LL be all the rest.'

And once she had really frightened her old nurse by shouting suddenly in

her ear, 'Nurse! Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyaena, and you're a

bone.'

But this is taking us away from Alice's speech to the kitten. 'Let's

pretend that you're the Red Queen, Kitty! Do you know, I think if you

sat up and folded your arms, you'd look exactly like her. Now do try,

there's a dear!' And Alice got the Red Queen off the table, and set it

up before the kitten as a model for it to imitate: however, the thing

didn't succeed, principally, Alice said, because the kitten wouldn't

fold its arms properly. So, to punish it, she held it up to the

Looking-glass, that it might see how sulky it was--'and if you're not

good directly,' she added, 'I'll put you through into Looking-glass

House. How would you like THAT?'

'Now, if you'll only attend, Kitty, and not talk so much, I'll tell you

all my ideas about Looking-glass House. First, there's the room you can

see through the glass--that's just the same as our drawing room, only

the things go the other way. I can see all of it when I get upon a

chair--all but the bit behind the fireplace. Oh! I do so wish I could

see THAT bit! I want so much to know whether they've a fire in the

winter: you never CAN tell, you know, unless our fire smokes, and then

smoke comes up in that room too--but that may be only pretence, just to

make it look as if they had a fire. Well then, the books are something

like our books, only the words go the wrong way; I know that, because

I've held up one of our books to the glass, and then they hold up one in

the other room.

'How would you like to live in Looking-glass House, Kitty? I wonder if

they'd give you milk in there? Perhaps Looking-glass milk isn't good

to drink--But oh, Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a

little PEEP of the passage in Looking-glass House, if you leave the door

of our drawing-room wide open: and it's very like our passage as far

as you can see, only you know it may be quite different on beyond.

Oh, Kitty! how nice it would be if we could only get through into

Looking-glass House! I'm sure it's got, oh! such beautiful things in it!

Let's pretend there's a way of getting through into it, somehow, Kitty.

Let's pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get

through. Why, it's turning into a sort of mist now, I declare! It'll be

easy enough to get through--' She was up on the chimney-piece while she

said this, though she hardly knew how she had got there. And certainly

the glass WAS beginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.

In another moment Alice was through the glass, and had jumped lightly

down into the Looking-glass room. The very first thing she did was

to look whether there was a fire in the fireplace, and she was quite

pleased to find that there was a real one, blazing away as brightly as

the one she had left behind. 'So I shall be as warm here as I was in the

old room,' thought Alice: 'warmer, in fact, because there'll be no one

here to scold me away from the fire. Oh, what fun it'll be, when they

see me through the glass in here, and can't get at me!'

Then she began looking about, and noticed that what could be seen from

the old room was quite common and uninteresting, but that all the rest

was as different as possible. For instance, the pictures on the

wall next the fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on

the chimney-piece (you know you can only see the back of it in the

Looking-glass) had got the face of a little old man, and grinned at her.

'They don't keep this room so tidy as the other,' Alice thought to

herself, as she noticed several of the chessmen down in the hearth among

the cinders: but in another moment, with a little 'Oh!' of surprise, she

was down on her hands and knees watching them. The chessmen were walking

about, two and two!

'Here are the Red King and the Red Queen,' Alice said (in a whisper, for

fear of frightening them), 'and there are the White King and the White

Queen sitting on the edge of the shovel--and here are two castles

walking arm in arm--I don't think they can hear me,' she went on, as she

put her head closer down, 'and I'm nearly sure they can't see me. I feel

somehow as if I were invisible--'

Here something began squeaking on the table behind Alice, and made her

turn her head just in time to see one of the White Pawns roll over and

begin kicking: she watched it with great curiosity to see what would

happen next.

'It is the voice of my child!' the White Queen cried out as she rushed

past the King, so violently that she knocked him over among the cinders.

'My precious Lily! My imperial kitten!' and she began scrambling wildly

up the side of the fender.

'Imperial fiddlestick!' said the King, rubbing his nose, which had been

hurt by the fall. He had a right to be a LITTLE annoyed with the Queen,

for he was covered with ashes from head to foot.

Alice was very anxious to be of use, and, as the poor little Lily was