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 youI bought it yesterdaymy 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 took off Alice's attention from the angry brother. But he couldn't quite succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in the umbrella, with only his head out: and there he lay, opening and shutting his mouth and his large eyes"looking more like a fish than anything else," Alice thought.
"Of course you agree to have a battle?" Tweedledum said in a calmer tone.
"I suppose so," the other sulkily replied, as he crawled out of the umbrella: "only she must help us to dress up, you know."
