Round and round the room went Alice, peeping everywhere. Her mother looked in all the places, too. No kitty in the cupboard, no kitty in the china closet, no kitty in the washtubs, no kitty in the wood box!
At last Alice stood still, quite close to the big stove, wondering where she could look next.
"Meow! meow! meow!"
"Oh, mamma. It sounds loudest right here!"
Alice's mother bent her head and listened. "So it does," she said. Then she put her hand on the door of the big warming oven. She pulled it open, and—out walked Topsy, very warm indeed, but not hurt at all.
Alice caught kitty up in her arms and gave her a good hug. The poor cat's fur was quite hot.
"It's a good thing for pussy that we found her as soon as we did," said mamma.
Alice gave Topsy a saucer of milk, and soon her pet was curled up in the doll's cradle fast asleep and none the worse for her warming.