Through the Looking Glass
” as Tweedledum remarked.
“I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass,” said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
“He's dreaming now,” said Tweedledee: “and what do you think he's dreaming about?”
Alice said “Nobody can guess that.”
“Why, about YOU!” Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. “And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?”
“Where I am now, of course,” said Alice.
“Not you!” Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. “You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!”
“If that there King was to wake,” added Tweedledum, “you'd go out—bang!—just like a candle!”
“I shouldn't!” Alice exclaimed indignantly. “Besides, if I'M only a 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 though 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.
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There was once a king who was very powerful. He had great influence over the wild beasts and animals. Now the tortoise was looked upon as the wisest of all beasts and men. This king had a son named Ekpenyon, to whom he gave fifty young girls as wives, but the prince did not like any of them. The king was very angry at this, and made a law that if any man had a daughter who was finer than the prince's wives, and who found favour in his son's eyes, the girl herself and her father and mother should be killed.
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