Алиса в зазеркалье
Looking-Glass house
‘Really,Dinahoughttohavetaughtyoubettermanners!Youought,Dinah,youknowyouought!’sheadded,lookingreproachfullyattheoldcat,andspeakinginascrossavoiceasshecouldmanage—andthenshescrambledbackintothearm-chair,takingthekittenandtheworstedwithher,andbeganwindinguptheballagain.Butshedidn’tgetonveryfast,asshewastalkingallthetime,sometimestothekitten,andsometimestoherself.Kittysatverydemurelyonherknee,pretendingtowatchtheprogressofthewinding,andnowandthenputtingoutonepawandgentlytouchingtheball,asifitwouldbegladtohelp,ifitmight.
‘Doyouknowwhatto-morrowis,Kitty?’Alicebegan.‘You’dhaveguessedifyou’dbeenupinthewindowwithme—onlyDinahwasmakingyoutidy,soyoucouldn’t.Iwaswatchingtheboysgettinginsticksforthebonfire—anditwantsplentyofsticks,Kitty!Onlyitgotsocold,anditsnowedso,theyhadtoleaveoff.Nevermind,Kitty,we’llgoandseethebonfireto-morrow.’HereAlicewoundtwoorthreeturnsoftheworstedroundthekitten’sneck,justtoseehowitwouldlook:thisledtoascramble,inwhichtheballrolleddownuponthefloor,andyardsandyardsofitgotunwoundagain.
