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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 beer rolling it up and
down till it had all come undone again; and there it was,
spread over the hearthrug, all knots and tangles, with the
kitten running after its own tail in the middle.
"Oh, you wicked 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.