"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 realler 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
