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A Silly Question
 "HOW do you come to be white, when all your brothers are tabby, my dear?" Dolly asked her kitten. As she , she took it away from the ball it was playing with, and held it up and looked in its face as Alice did with the Red Queen. "I'll tell you, if you'll keep it a secret, and not hold me so tight," the kitten answered.
Dolly was not surprised to hear the kitten speak, for she had read her fairy books, as all good children should, and she knew that all creatures answer if one only speaks to them properly. So she held the kitten more comfortably and the tale began.
"You must know, my dear Dolly," the kitten began—and Dolly thought it dreadfully familiar—"you must know that when we were very small we all set out to seek our fortunes."
"Why," interrupted Dolly, "you were all born and brought up in our ! I used to see you every day."
"Quite so," said the kitten; "we sought our fortune every night, and it turned out to be mice, mostly. Well, one night I was seeking mine, when I came to a hole in the door that I had never noticed before. I through it, and found myself in a beautiful large room. It delicious. There was cheese there, and fish, and cream, and mice, and milk. It was the most lovely room you can think of."
"There's no such room——" began Dolly.
"Did I say there was?" asked the kitten. "I only said I found myself there. Well, I stayed there some time. It was the happiest hour of my life. But, as I was washing my face after one of the most delicious herring's heads you ever tasted, I noticed that on nails all round the room were hung skins—and they were cat skins," it added slowly. "Well may you tremble!"
Dolly hadn't trembled. She had only shaken the kitten to make it speak faster.
"Well, I stood there rooted to the ground with ; and then came a sort of horrible scramble-rush, and a barking and , and a terrible monster stood before me. It was something like a dog and something like a broom, something like being thrown out of the by cook—I can't describe it. It caught me up, and in less than a moment it had hung my tabby skin on a nail behind the door.
"I crept out of that lovely fairyland a cat without a skin. And that's how I came to be white."
"I don't quite see——" began Dolly.
"No? Why, what would your mother do if some one took off your dress, and hung it on a nail where she could not get it?"
"Buy me another, I suppose."
"Exactly. But when my mother took me to the cat-skin shop, they were, unfortunately, quite out of tabby dresses in my size, so I had to have a white one."
"I don't believe a word of it," said Dolly.
"No? Well, I'm sure it's as good a story as you could expect in answer to such a silly question."
"But you were always——"
"Oh, well!" said the kitten, showing its claws, "if you know more about it than I do, of course there's no more to be said. Perhaps you could tell me why your hair is brown?"
"I was born so, I believe," said Dolly gently.
The kitten put its nose in the air.
"You've got no imagination," it said.
"But, Kitty, really and truly, without pretending, you were born white, you know."
"If you know all about it, why did you ask me? At any rate, you can't expect me to remember whether I was born white or not. I was too young to notice such things."
"Now you are in fun," said poor Dolly, .
The kitten with .
"What! you really don't believe me? I'll never speak to you again," it said. And it never has.

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