. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . 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 are realtears ? Tweedledum interrupted in a toneof great contempt. I know theyre talking nonsense, Alicethought to herself: and its foolish to cryabout it. So she brushed away her tears,and went on as cheerfully as she could, Atany ra
. Through the looking glass : and what Alice found there . 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 are realtears ? Tweedledum interrupted in a toneof great contempt. I know theyre talking nonsense, Alicethought to herself: and its foolish to cryabout it. So she brushed away her tears,and went on as cheerfully as she could, Atany rate Id better be getting out of thewood, for really its coming on very you think its going to rain ? Tweedledum spread a large umbrella overhimself and his brother, and looked up into TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE. it. No, I dont think it is, he said : atleast — not under here. Nohow. But it may rain 02itside f It may- -if it chooses, said Tweedledee : weve no objection. Contrariwise. Selfish things ! thought Alice, and she •», A l //:,xr ... ~-~^w&£3®*^ was just going to say Good-night andleave them, when Tweedledum sprang outfrom under the umbrella, and seized her bythe wrist. Do you see tJiat? he said, in a voicechoking with passion, and his eyes grewlarge and yellow all in a moment, as he THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS, pointed with a trembling finger at a smallwhite thing lying under the tree. Its only a rattle, Alice said, after a carefulexamination of the little white thing. Nota rattle-snake, you know, she added hastily,thinking that he was frightened : only anold rattle—quite old and broken. I knew it was! cried Tweedledum, be-ginning to stamp about wildly and tear hishair. Its spoilt, of course! Here helooked at Tweedledee, who immediately satdown on the ground and tried to hide him-self under the umbrella. Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and saidin a soothing tone, You neednt be so angryabout an old rattle. But it isnt old! Tweedledum cried, in agreater
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