“Do you know what tomorrow is, Kitty?” Alice began. “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 tomorrow.” 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.