Joy took her pretty, purple-bordered handkerchief and tied it over the poor kitten's head like a nightcap, so tight that, pull and scratch as she might, pussy could not get it off.
Gypsy's black silk apron was tied about her, like a long baby-dress, a pair of mittens were fastened on her arms, and a pink silk scarf around her throat.

When all was done, Gypsy held her up, and trotted her on her knee.

Anybody who has ever dressed up a cat like a baby, knows how indescribably funny a sight it is.

It seemed as if the girls could never stop laughing--it does not take much to make girls laugh.

At last there was a commotion in the entry below.
"It's the girls!--quick, quick!" Gypsy, trying to get up, tripped on her dress and fell, and away flew the kitten, all tangled in the apron, making for the door as fast as an energetic kitten could go.
"She'll be downstairs, and maybe Miss Cardrew's there! _Oh!_" Joy sprang after the creature, caught her by the very tip end of her tail just as she was preparing to pounce down the stairs, and ran with her to Miss Cardrew's desk.
"Put her in--quick, quick!" "O-oh, she won't lie still!" "Where's the lunch-basket?
Give me some biscuit--there! I hear them on the stairs!" The kitten began to mew piteously, struggling to get out with all her might.