"I hope you're not much tired?" she said at last.
"Nohow. And thank you very much for asking," said Tweedledum.
"So much obliged!" added Tweedledee. "You like poetry?"
"Ye-es, pretty wellsome poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "Would you tell me which road leads out of the wood?"
"What shall I repeat to her?" said Tweedledee, looking round at Tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice's question.
"'The Walrus and the Carpenter is the longest," Tweedledum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug.
Tweedledee began instantly:
"The sun was shining"
Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. "If it's very long," she said, as politely as she could, "would you please tell me first which road"
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:
