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"Ye-es, pretty well—some poetry," Alice said, doubtfully. "Would you tell me which road leads out of the wood?"
"What shall I repeat to her?" said Tweedledee, looking round at Tweedledum with great, solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice's question.
"'The Walrus and the Carpenter' is the longest," Tweedledum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug.
Tweedledee began instantly:
"The sun was shining—"
Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. "If it's very long," she said, as politely as she could, "would you please tell me first which road—"
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:
"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might;
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
Shining with all his might;
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
