Now don't make any more excuses, but listen! Number two: you pulled Snowdrop away by the tail just as I had put down the saucer of milk before her! What, you were thirsty, were you?
How do you know she wasn't thirsty too?
Now for number three: you unwound every bit of the worsted while I wasn't looking! "That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished for any of them yet.

You know I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednesday week--Suppose they had saved up all MY punishments!" she went on, talking more to herself than the kitten.

"What WOULD they do at the end of a year?
I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when the day came.
Or--let me see--suppose each punishment was to be going without a dinner: then, when the miserable day came, I should have to go without fifty dinners at once! Well, I shouldn't mind THAT much! I'd far rather go without them than eat them! "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.
I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again." And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about--whenever the wind blows--oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands.

"And I do so WISH it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.
"Kitty, can you play chess?
Now, don't smile, my dear, I'm asking it seriously.

Because, when we were playing just now, you watched just as if you understood it: and when I said "Check!" you purred! Well, it WAS a nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn't been for that nasty Knight, that came wiggling down among my pieces.