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- Here she checked herself in some alarm, at
- hearing something that sounded to her like the puffing 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.
- “It’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 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.”
- Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There, Chapter 4 - Tweedledum And Tweedledee
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