sort of thing in his dream, what are _you_, I should like to know?
Ditto said Tweedledum.
Ditto, ditto cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn t help saying, Hush! You ll
be waking him, I m afraid, if you make so much noise.
Well, it no use _your_ talking about waking him, said Tweedledum,
when you re only one of the things in his dream. You know very well
you re not real.
I _am_ real! said Alice and began to cry.
You won t make yourself a bit realler by crying, Tweedledee remarked:
there s nothing to cry about.
If I wasn t real, Alice said half-laughing through her tears, it all
seemed so ridiculous I shouldn t be able to cry.
I hope you don t suppose those are real tears? Tweedledum interrupted
in a tone of great contempt.
I know they re talking nonsense, Alice thought to herself: and it s
foolish to cry about it. So she brushed away her tears, and went on as
cheerfully as she could. At any rate I d better be getting out of the
wood, for really it s coming on very dark. Do you think it s going to
rain?
Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother, and
looked up into it. No, I don t think it is, he said: at least not
under _here_. Nohow.
But it may rain _outside_?
It may if it chooses, said Tweedledee: we ve no objection.
Contrariwise.
Selfish things! thought Alice, and she was just going to say
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