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 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. Contrari*-wise."

"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