Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. "I don't suppose," he said, "there'll be a tree left standing, for ever so far round, by the time we've finished!"
"And all about a rattle!" said Alice, still hoping to make them a little ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.
"I shouldn't have minded it so much," said Tweedledum, "if it hadn't been a new one."
"I wish the monstrous crow would come!" thought Alice.
"There's only one sword, you know," Tweedledum said to his brother: "but you can have the umbrellait's quite as sharp. Only we must begin quick. It's getting as dark as it can."
"And darker," said Tweedledee.
It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. "What a thick black cloud that is!" she said. "And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got wings!"
