Alice said afterwards she had never seen such a fuss made about anything in all her life—the way those two bustled about—and the quantity of things they put on—and the trouble they gave her in tying strings and fastening buttons—"Really, they'll be more like bundles of old clothes than anything else by the time they're ready!" she said to herself, as she arranged a bolster round the neck of Tweedledee, "to keep his head from being cut off," as he said.
"You know," he added, very gravely, "it's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle—to get one's head cut off."
Alice laughed loud; but she managed to turn it into a cough, for fear of hurting his feelings.
"Do I look very pale?" said Tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet tied on. (He called it a helmet, though
