"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.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. One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it: - it was the black kitten's fault entirely. The jaws that bite and claws that scratch. 2 Chapter 2: The Garden of Live FlowersĬhapter 1: Looking-Glass house 'Twas brillig and the slithy toves,Īnd the mome raths outgrabe.
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