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 said, "you ought to pay, you know. Wax-works weren't made to be looked at for nothing—nohow!"

"Contrariwise," added the one marked "DEE," "if you think we're alive, you ought to speak."

"I'm sure I'm very sorry," was all Alice could say; for the words of the old song kept ringing through her head like the ticking of a clock, and she could hardly help saying them out loud:

"Tweedledum and Tweedledee  Agreed to have a battle; For Tweedledum said Tweedledee   Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

"Just then flew down a monstrous crow, As black as a tar-barrel; Which frightened both the heroes so,  They quite forgot their quarrel."

"I know what you're thinking about," said Tweedledum; "but it isn't so, nohow."