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68 TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE.
(as well as she could make it out) by the branches rubbing one across the other, like fiddles and fiddle-sticks.
" But it certainly was funny, (Alice said afterward, when she was telling her sister the history of all this,) " to find myself singing ' Here we go round the mulberry bush.' I don't know when I began it, but somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long long time ! "
The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of breath. " Four times round is enough for one dance," Tweedledum panted out, and they left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music stopped at the same moment.
Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood looking at her for a minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as Alice didn't know how to begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with. " It would never do to say 'How d'ye do?' now" she said to herself: "we seem to have got beyond that, somehow! "
" I hope you're not much tired ? " she said at last.
" Nohow. And thank you very much for asking," said Tweedledum.
" So muck obliged ! " added Tweedledee. " You like poetry ? "
" Ye-es, pretty well------some poetry," Alice said |
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