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 "Gretchen turned pale. 'O Kitty!' was all she said. She gave a sob of despair. Then the door was shut.

This is a nice business,' thought the Cat. 'Oh, the witch! I hope the mice will come down to-night, and steal the very teeth out of her head. But I'll have vengeance yet. There's that big gray rat in the cellar: I'll strike a bargain with him,—life and liberty, provided he plagues her to death, eats the linen, claws the jam, gnaws bung-holes in the cask, and lets the beer out! We'll see! Meantime, I shall freeze unless something is done. Let me explore.'

"High and low did the Cat search,—over the fence, under the vine,—but no shelter could be found. The vine was leafless, the fence gave no hiding-place. At last she bethought herself of the roof, which it was easy to mount by means of a long and sloping rain-trough. Perhaps there might be a warm chimney there,—no bad pillow on a wintry night.