thing. "Not a rattle-snake, you know," she added, hastily, thinking that he was frightened; "only an old rattle—quite old and broken."
"I knew it was!" cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair. "It's spoiled, of course!" Here he looked at Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the ground and tried to hide himself under the umbrella.
Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said, in a soothing tone, "You needn't be so angry about an old rattle."
"But it isn't old!" Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury than ever. "It's new, I tell you—I bought it yesterday—my nice, NEW RATTLE!" and his voice rose to a perfect scream.
All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the umbrella, with himself in it, which was such an extraordinary thing to do that it quite
