At that very moment Mother Curly-Tail jumped down from her chair, and whispered in the ear of each little Curly-Tail.
“Be polite to the Three Little Kittens,
But don’t let them talk any more of their mittens.”
Tot wanted to tell about finding the mittens, so she began,
“One day when we were sliding on the ice.”
“Oh, oh,” cried the Curly-Tails, “Did you lose your rubbers? Did you lose your hoods? Did you lose your overshoes?”
“No,” said Trot, “We lost——”
At that very minute the Curly-Tails cried, “Come out and climb, come out and climb.”
No sooner said than done, they all ran out of the hollow tree and jumped from branch to branch.
One after another cried,