. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . h she feared it was more likely to be awild beast. Are there any lions or tigersabout here ? she asked timidly. Its only the Red King snoring, saidTweedledee. Come and look at him ! the brotherscried, and they each took one of Aliceshands, and led her up to where the Kingwas sleeping. Isnt he a lovely sight ? said Tweedledum. Alice couldnt say honestly that he had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel,and he was lying crumpled up into a sort ofuntidy heap, and snoring loud-- fit to snorehis head oft! as Tweedledum remarked. Im
. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . h she feared it was more likely to be awild beast. Are there any lions or tigersabout here ? she asked timidly. Its only the Red King snoring, saidTweedledee. Come and look at him ! the brotherscried, and they each took one of Aliceshands, and led her up to where the Kingwas sleeping. Isnt he a lovely sight ? said Tweedledum. Alice couldnt say honestly that he had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel,and he was lying crumpled up into a sort ofuntidy heap, and snoring loud-- fit to snorehis head oft! as Tweedledum remarked. Im afraid hell catch cold with lying onthe damp grass, said Alice, who was a verythoughtful little girl. Hes dreaming now, said Tweedledee : and what do you think hes dreamingabout ? Alice said Nobody can guess that. TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE. Why, about you! Tweedledee ex-claimed, clapping his hands if he left off dreaming about you,where do you suppose youd be ? Where lam now, of course, said Alice. Not you ! Tweedledee retorted contempt-. uously. Youd be nowhere. Why, youreonly a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake, addedTweedledum, youd go out—bang!—justlike a candle ! I shouldnt! Alice exclaimed indig-nantly. Besides, if /;;/ only a sort of thingin his dream, what are you, I should like toknow7 ? the 86 THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS. Ditto, said Tweedledum. Ditto, ditto! cried Tweedledee. He shouted this so loud that Alice couldnthelp saying, Hush! Youll be wakinghim, Im afraid, if you make so much noise. Well, its no use your talking1 about wak-ing him, said Tweedledum, when youreonly one of the things in his dream. Youknow very well youre not real. I am real! said Alice, and began to cry. You wont make yourself a bit realler bycrying, Tweedledee remarked: theresnothing to cry about. If I wasnt real, Alice said—half-laugh-ing through her tears, it all seemed so ridic-ulous— I shouldnt be able to cry. I hope you dont suppose those a
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