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THE TALE OF TOM KITTEN

               [Dedicated to All Pickles,
               —Especially to Those That Get upon My Garden Wall]
               Once upon a time there were three
               little kittens, and their names were
               Mittens, Tom Kitten, and Moppet.

               They had dear little fur coats of
               their own; and they tumbled about
               the doorstep and played in the dust.

               But one day their mother—Mrs.
               Tabitha Twitchit—expected friends to
               tea; so she fetched the kittens indoors,
               to wash and dress them, before the
               fine company arrived.

               First she scrubbed their faces (this
               one is Moppet).
               Then she brushed their fur (this
               one is Mittens).

               Then she combed their tails and
               whiskers (this is Tom Kitten).

               Tom was very naughty, and he
               scratched.

               Mrs. Tabitha dressed Moppet and
               Mittens in clean pinafores and
               tuckers; and then she took all sorts of
               elegant uncomfortable clothes out of
               a chest of drawers, in order to dress
               up her son Thomas.
               Tom Kitten was very fat, and he
               had grown; several buttons burst off.
               His mother sewed them on again.

               When the three kittens were ready,
               Mrs. Tabitha unwisely turned them
               out into the garden, to be out of the
               way while she made hot buttered
               toast.

               "Now keep your frocks clean,
               children! You must walk on your hind
               legs. Keep away from the dirty ash-
               pit, and from Sally Henny Penny, and
               from the pigsty and the Puddle-
               ducks."

               Moppet and Mittens walked down
               the garden path unsteadily. Presently
               they trod upon their pinafores and fell
               on their noses.

               When they stood up there were
               several green smears!
               "Let us climb up the rockery and sit
               on the garden wall," said Moppet.

               They turned their pinafores back to
               front and went up with a skip and a
               jump; Moppet's white tucker fell
               down into the road.

               Tom Kitten was quite unable to
               jump when walking upon his hind
               legs in trousers. He came up the
               rockery by degrees, breaking the ferns
               and shedding buttons right and left.

               He was all in pieces when he
               reached the top of the wall.

               Moppet and Mittens tried to pull
               him together; his hat fell off, and the
               rest of his buttons burst.
               While they were in difficulties, there
               was a pit pat, paddle pat! and the
               three Puddle-ducks came along the
               hard high road, marching one behind
               the other and doing the goose step—
               pit pat, paddle pat! pit pat, waddle
               pat!

               They stopped and stood in a row
               and stared up at the kittens. They had
               very small eyes and looked surprised.
               Then the two duck-birds, Rebeccah
               and Jemima Puddle-duck, picked up
               the hat and tucker and put them on.
               Mittens laughed so that she fell off
               the wall. Moppet and Tom descended
               after her; the pinafores and all the
               rest of Tom's clothes came off on the
               way down.

               "Come! Mr. Drake Puddle-duck,"
               said Moppet. "Come and help us to
               dress him! Come and button up
               Tom!"

               Mr. Drake Puddle-duck advanced
               in a slow sideways manner and
               picked up the various articles.

               But he put them on HIMSELF! They
               fitted him even worse than Tom Kitten.

               "It's a very fine morning!" said Mr.
               Drake Puddle-duck.
               And he and Jemima and Rebeccah
               Puddle-duck set off up the road,
               keeping step—pit pat, paddle pat! pit
               pat, waddle pat!

               Then Tabitha Twitchit came down
               the garden and found her kittens on
               the wall with no clothes on.

               She pulled them off the wall,
               smacked them, and took them back
               to the house.

               "My friends will arrive in a minute,
               and you are not fit to be seen; I am
               affronted," said Mrs. Tabitha
               Twitchit.
               She sent them upstairs; and I am
               sorry to say she told her friends that
               they were in bed with the measles—
               which was not true.

               Quite the contrary; they were not in bed:
               NOT in the least.

               Somehow there were very extra—
               ordinary noises overhead, which
               disturbed the dignity and repose of
               the tea party.

               And I think that some day I shall
               have to make another, larger book, to
               tell you more about Tom Kitten!
               As for the Puddle-ducks—they
               went into a pond.

               The clothes all came off directly,
               because there were no buttons.

               And Mr. Drake Puddle-duck, and

               looking for them ever since.




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