Complete Works of Lewis Carroll (26 page)

'It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,

'To play them such a trick,

After we've brought them out so far,

And made them trot so quick!'

The Carpenter said nothing but

'The butter's spread too thick
!'

'I weep for you,' the Walrus said:

'I deeply sympathize.'

With sobs and tears he sorted out

Those of the largest size,

Holding his pocket-handkerchief

Before his streaming eyes.

'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,

'You've had a pleasant run.!

Shall we be trotting home again?'

But answer came there none —

And this was scarcely odd, because

They'd eaten every one."

"I like the Walrus best," said Alice: "because you see he was a
little
story for the poor oysters."
"He ate more than the Carpenter, though" said Tweedledee.
"You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrariwise."

"That was mean!"
Alice said indignantly.
"Then I like the Carpenter best—if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus."

"But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedledum.

This was a puzzler.
After a pause, Alice began, "Well!
They were
both
very unpleasant characters—-" Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to her like the puffng of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared it was more likely to be a wild beast.

"Are there any lions or tigers about here?"
she asked timidly.

"lt's only the Red King snoring," said Tweedledee.

"Come and look at him!"
the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.

"Isn't he a
lovely
sight?"
said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was.
He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud—"fit to snore his head off!"
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 llke 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's 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 realer by crying," Tweedledee remarked: "there's nothing to cry about."

"If I wasn't real," Alice said—half-laughing through 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.
Contrariwise."

"Selfish things!"
thought Alice, and she was just going to say "Good-night" and leave them, when Tweedledum sprang out from under the umbrella, and seized her by the wrist.

"Do you see
that?"
he said in a voice choking with passion, and his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as he pointed with a trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree.

"It's only a rattle," Alice said, after a careful examination of the little white thing.
"Not a rattle-
snake,
you know," she added hastily, thinking that he was frightened: "only an old rattle—quite old and broken."

"I knew it was!"
cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair.
"It's spoilt, of course!"
Here he looked at Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide himself under the umbrella.

Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said in a soothing tone, "You needn't be so angry about an old rattle."

"But it isn't old!"
Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever.
"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, hearthrugs, table-cloths, dish-covers, and coal-scuttles, "I hope you're a good hand at 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 than anything else, by the time they're ready!"
she said to herself, as she arranged a bolster round the neck of Tweedledee, "to keep his head from being cut off," as he said.

"You know," he added very gravely, "it's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle—to get one's head cut off."

Alice laughed loud, but managed to turn it into a cough, for fear of hurting his feelings.

"Do I look very pale?"
said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet tied on.
(He
called
it a helmet, though it certainly looked much more like a saucepan.)

"Well—yes—a
little,"
Alice replied gently.

"I'm very brave generally," he went on in a low voice: "only to-day I happen to have a headache."

"And
I've
got a toothache!"
said Tweedledee, who had overheard the remark.
"I'm far worse than you!"

"Then you'd better not fight to-day," said Alice, thinking it a good opportunity to make peace.

"We
must
have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on long," said Tweedledum.
"What's the time now?"

Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said, "Half-past four."

"Let's fight till six, and then have dinner," said Tweedledum.

"Very well," the other said, rather sadly: "and
she
can watch us—only you'd better not come
very
close," he added: "I generally hit everything I can see—when I get really excited."