"You'd have guessed if you'd been up in the window with me--only Dinah was making you tidy, so you couldn't.

I was watching the boys getting in sticks for the bonfire--and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty! Only it got so cold, and it snowed so, they had to leave off.

Never mind, Kitty, we'll go and see the bonfire to-morrow." Here Alice wound two or three turns of the worsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look: this led to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards and yards of it got unwound again.
"Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty," Alice went on as soon as they were comfortably settled again, "when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous darling! What have you got to say for yourself?
Now don't interrupt me!" she went on, holding up one finger.

"I'm going to tell you all your faults.
Number one: you squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your face this morning.

Now you can't deny it, Kitty: I heard you! What's that you say ?" (pretending that the kitten was speaking.) "Her paw went into your eye?
Well, that's YOUR fault, for keeping your eyes open--if you'd shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened.