shaking her, she kept on growing shorter and fatter and softer and
rounder and
CHAPTER XI.
Waking
and it really _was_ a kitten, after all.
CHAPTER XII.
Which Dreamed it?
Your majesty shouldn t purr so loud, Alice said, rubbing her eyes,
and addressing the kitten, respectfully, yet with some severity. You
woke me out of oh! such a nice dream! And you ve been along with me,
Kitty all through the Looking-Glass world. Did you know it, dear?
It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the
remark) that, whatever you say to them, they _always_ purr. If they
would only purr for yes and mew for no, or any rule of that sort,
she had said, so that one could keep up a conversation! But how _can_
you talk with a person if they always say the same thing?
On this occasion the kitten only purred: and it was impossible to guess
whether it meant yes or no.
So Alice hunted among the chessmen on the table till she had found the
Red Queen: then she went down on her knees on the hearth-rug, and put
the kitten and the Queen to look at each other. Now, Kitty! she
cried, clapping her hands triumphantly. Confess that was what you
turned into!
( But it wouldn t look at it, she said, when she was explaining the
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