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The visitor was a neighbor； Mrs。 Ribby； she had called to borrow some yeast。
Mr。 Tabitha came downstairs mewing dreadfully〃Come in； Cousin Ribby； come in； and sit ye down！ I'm in sad trouble； Cousin Ribby；〃 said Tabitha； shedding tears。 〃I've lost my dear son Thomas； I'm afraid the rats have got him。〃 She wiped her eyes with her apron。
〃He's a bad kitten； Cousin Tabitha； he made a cat's cradle of my best bonnet last time I came to tea。 Where have you looked for him？〃
〃All over the house！ The rats are too many for me。 What a thing it is to have an unruly family！〃 said Mrs。 Tabitha Twitchit。
〃I'm not afraid of rats； I will help you to find him； and whip him； too！ What is all that soot in the fender？〃
〃The chimney wants sweeping Oh； dear me； Cousin Ribbynow Moppet and Mittens are gone！
〃They have both got out of the cupboard！〃
Ribby and Tabitha set to work to search the house thoroughly again。 They poked under the beds with Ribby's umbrella and they rummaged in cupboards。 They even fetched a candle and looked inside a clothes chest in one of the attics。 They could not find anything； but once they heard a door bang and somebody scuttered downstairs。
〃Yes； it is infested with rats；〃 said Tabitha tearfully。 〃I caught seven young ones out of one hole in the back kitchen； and we had them for dinner last Saturday。 And once I saw the old father ratan enormous old rat Cousin Ribby。 I was just going to jump upon him； when he showed his yellow teeth at me and whisked down the hole。
〃The rats get upon my nerves； Cousin Ribby；〃 said Tabitha。
Ribby and Tabitha searched and searched。 They both heard a curious roly…poly noise under the attic floor。 But there was nothing to be seen。
They returned to the kitchen。 〃Here's one of your kittens at least；〃 said Ribby； dragging Moppet out of the flour barrel。
They shook the flour off her and set her down on the kitchen floor。 She seemed to be in a terrible fright。
〃Oh！ Mother； Mother；〃 said Moppet； 〃there's been an old woman rat in the kitchen； and she's stolen some of the dough！〃
The two cats ran to look at the dough pan。 Sure enough there were marks of little scratching fingers； and a lump of dough was gone！
〃Which way did she go； Moppet？〃
But Moppet had been too much frightened to peep out of the barrel again。
Ribby and Tabitha took her with them to keep her safely in sight； while they went on with their search。
They went into the dairy。
The first thing they found was Mittens； hiding in an empty jar。
They tipped over the jar； and she scrambled out。
〃Oh； Mother； Mother！〃 said Mittens
〃Oh！ Mother； Mother； there has been an old man rat in the dairya dreadful 'normous big rat； Mother； and he's stolen a pat of butter and the rolling pin。〃
Ribby and Tabitha looked at one another。
〃A rolling pin and butter！ Oh； my poor son Thomas！〃 exclaimed Tabitha； wringing her paws。
〃A rolling pin？〃 said Ribby。 〃Did we not hear a roly…poly noise in the attic when we were looking into that chest？〃
Ribby and Tabitha rushed upstairs again。 Sure enough the roly…poly noise was still going on quite distinctly under the attic floor。
〃This is serious； Cousin Tabitha；〃 said Ribby。 〃We must send for John Joiner at once； with a saw。〃
Now； this is what had been happening to Tom Kitten； and it shows how very unwise it is to go up a chimney in a very old house； where a person does not know his way； and where there are enormous rats。
Tom Kitten did not want to be shut up in a cupboard。 When he saw that his mother was going to bake； he determined to hide。
He looked about for a nice convenient place； and he fixed upon the chimney。
The fire had only just been lighted； and it was not hot； but there was a white choky smoke from the green sticks。 Tom Kitten got upon the fender and looked up。 It was a big old… fashioned fireplace。
The chimney itself was wide enough inside for a man to stand up and walk about。 So there was plenty of room for a little Tom Cat。
He jumped right up into the fireplace； balancing himself upon the iron bar where the kettle hangs。
Tom Kitten took another big jump off the bar and landed on a ledge high up inside the chimney； knocking down some soot into the fender。
Tom Kitten coughed and choked with the smoke； he could hear the sticks beginning to crackle and burn in the fireplace down below。 He made up his mind to climb right to the top； and get out on the slates； and try to catch sparrows。
〃I cannot go back。 If I slipped I might fall in the fire and singe my beautiful tail and my little blue jacket。〃
The chimney was a very big old… fashioned one。 It was built in the days when people burnt logs of wood upon the hearth。
The chimney stack stood up above the roof like a little stone tower； and the daylight shone down from the top； under the slanting slates that kept out the rain。
Tom Kitten was getting very frightened！ He climbed up； and up； and up。
Then he waded sideways through inches of soot。 He was like a little sweep himself。
It was most confusing in the dark。 One flue seemed to lead into another。
There was less smoke； but Tom Kitten felt quite lost。
He scrambled up and up； but before he reached the chimney top he came to a place where somebody had loosened a stone in the wall。 There were some mutton bones lying about。
〃This seems funny；〃 said Tom Kitten。 〃Who has been gnawing bones up here in the chimney？ I wish I had never come！ And what a funny smell？ It is something like mouse； only dreadfully strong。 It makes me sneeze；〃 said Tom Kitten。
He squeezed through the hole in the wall and dragged himself along a most uncomfortably tight passage where there was scarcely any light。
He groped his way carefully for several yards； he was at the back of the skirting board in the attic； where there is a little mark * in the picture。
All at once he fell head over heels in the dark； down a hole； and landed on a heap of very dirty rags。
When Tom Kitten picked himself up and looked about him； he found himself in a place that he had never seen before； although he had lived all his life in the house。 It was a very small stuffy fusty room； with boards； and rafters； and cobwebs； and lath and plaster。
Opposite to himas far away as he could sitwas an enormous rat。
〃What do you mean by tumbling into my bed all covered with smuts？〃 said the rat； chattering his teeth。
〃Please； sir； the chimney wants sweeping；〃 said poor Tom Kitten。
〃Anna Maria！ Anna Maria！〃 squeaked the rat。 There was a pattering noise and an old woman rat poked her head round a rafter。
All in a minute she rushed upon Tom Kitten； and before he knew what was happening。 。 。
。 。 。 his coat was pulled off； and he was rolled up in a bundle； and tied with string in very hard knots。
Anna Maria did the tying。 The old rat watched her and took snuff。 When she had finished； they both sat staring at him with their mouths open。
〃Anna Maria；〃 said the old man rat （whose name was Samuel Whiskers）； 〃Anna Maria； make me a kitten dumpling roly…poly pudding for my dinner。〃
〃It requires dough and a pat of butter and a rolling pin；〃 said Anna Maria； considering Tom Kitten with her head on one side。
〃No；〃 said Samuel Whiskers； 〃make it properly； Anna Maria； with breadcrumbs。〃
〃Nonsense！ Butter and dough；〃 replied Anna Maria。
The two rats consulted together for a few minutes and then went away。
Samuel Whiskers got through a hole in the wainscot and went boldly down the front staircase to the dairy to get the butter。 He did not meet anybody。
He made a second journey for the rolling pin。 He pushed it in front of him with his paws； like a brewer's man trundling a barrel。
He could hear Ribby and Tabitha talking； but they were too busy lighting the candle to look into the chest。
They did not see him。
Anna Maria went down by way of skirting board and a window shutter to the kitchen to steal the dough。
She borrowed a small saucer and scooped up the dough with her paws。
She did not observe Moppet。
While Tom Kitten was left alone under the floor of the attic； he wriggled about and tried to mew for help。
But his mouth was full of soot and cobwebs； and he was tied up in such very tight knots； he could not make anybody hear him。
Except a spider who came out of a crack in the ceiling and examined the knots critically； from a safe distance。
It was a judge of knots because it had a habit of tying up unfortunate bluebottles。 It did not offer to assist him。
Tom Kitten wriggled and squirmed until he was quite exhausted。
Presently the rats came back and set to work to make him into a dumpling。 First they smeared him with butter； and then they rolled him in the dough。
〃Will not the string be very indigestible； Anna Maria？〃 inquired Samuel Whiskers。
Anna Maria said she thought that it was of no consequence； but she wished that Tom Kitten would hold his head still； as it disarranged the pastry。 She laid hold of his ears。
Tom Kitten bit and spit； and mewed and wriggled； and the rolling pin went roly…poly； roly； roly…poly； roly。 The rats each held an end。
〃His tail is sticking out！ You did not fetch enough dough； Anna Maria。〃
〃I fetched as much as I could carry；〃 replied A