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           ‘Besides,ifI’monlyasortofthinginhisdream,whatareyou,Ishouldliketoknow?’

           ‘Ditto’saidTweedledum.

           ‘Ditto,ditto’criedTweedledee.

           HeshoutedthissoloudthatAlicecouldn’thelpsaying,‘Hush!You’llbewakinghim,I’mafraid,ifyoumakesomuchnoise.’

           ‘Well,itnouseyourtalkingaboutwakinghim,’saidTweedledum,‘whenyou’reonlyoneofthethingsinhisdream.Youknowverywellyou’renotreal.’

           ‘Iamreal!’saidAliceandbegantocry.

           ‘Youwon’tmakeyourselfabitreallerbycrying,’Tweedledeeremarked:‘there’snothingtocryabout.’

           ‘IfIwasn’treal,’Alicesaid—half-laughingthoughhertears,itallseemedsoridiculous—‘Ishouldn’tbeabletocry.’

           ‘Ihopeyoudon’tsupposethosearerealtears?’Tweedleduminterruptedinatoneofgreatcontempt.

           ‘Iknowthey’retalkingnonsense,’Alicethoughttoherself:‘andit’sfoolishtocryaboutit.’Soshebrushedawayhertears,andwentonascheerfullyasshecould.‘AtanyrateI’dbetterbegettingoutofthewood,forreallyit’scomingonverydark.Doyouthinkit’sgoingtorain?’

           Tweedledumspreadalargeumbrellaoverhimselfandhisbrother,andlookedupintoit.‘No,Idon’tthinkitis,’hesaid:‘atleast—notunderhere.Nohow.’

           ‘Butitmayrainoutside?’

           ‘Itmay—ifitchooses,’saidTweedledee:‘we’venoobjection.Contrariwise.’