Through the Looking-Glass

CHAPTER I. Looking-Glass house 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 f...