same sound: "Meow! meow! meow!"

"Perhaps kitty is at the other door," said Alice's mamma.

Alice turned the knob and pulled the door wide open; but only a rush of
cold air and a few snowflakes came in.

"Where can she be, mamma? Oh, I know now! She is down cellar," said
Alice. But no kitty was there. "Maybe she is in the wood shed. I'll
run and see! No, mamma, she isn't there, either. I don't think she is
happy, wherever she is. She doesn't sound so. Just hear her cry!"

Both listened again to the half-smothered meow.

"No, she doesn't sound very happy, pet," said mamma. "She is shut up
somewhere and can't get out. We must find her."

So the mother and the little girl began to search for Topsy. Upstairs
and downstairs they went, looking everywhere. They opened all the
closet doors, they looked into all the trunks and boxes. They even
peeped into the baby's hamper and lifted the lid of grandmother's big
workbasket; but no kitty did they find. Still they could hear her
crying "Meow! meow! meow!" all the time.

Back to the kitchen they went. "She must be in this room," said mamma;
"the meowing sounds louder here than it does anywhere else."

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!