`It's new, I tell you -- I bought it yesterday -- my nice New
RATTLE!' and his voice rose to a perfect scream.
All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the
umbrella, with himself in it: which was such an extraordinary thing
to do, that it quite took off Alice's attention from the angry
brother. But he couldn't quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling
over, bundled up in the umbrella, with only his head out: and there
he lay, opening and shutting his mouth and his large eyes -- 'looking
more like a fish than anything else,' Alice thought.
`Of course you agree to have a battle?' Tweedledum said in a calmer
tone.
`I suppose so,' the other sulkily replied, as he crawled out of the
umbrella: `only SHE must help us to dress up, you know.'
So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the wood, and
returned in a minute with their arms full of things -- such as
bolsters, blankets, hearth-rugs, table-cloths, dish-covers and
coal-scuttles. `I hope you're a good hand a pinning and tying
strings?' Tweedledum remarked. `Every one of these things has got to
go on, somehow or other.'
Alice said afterwards she had never seen such a fuss made about
anything in all her life -- the way those two bustled about -- and
the quantity of things they put on -- and the trouble they gave her
in tying strings and fastening buttons -- `Really they'll be more
like bundles of old clothes that anything else, by the time they're
ready!' she said to herself, as he arranged a bolster round the neck
of Tweedledee, `to keep his head from being cut off,' as he said.
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