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."
So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the wood and returned in a minute with their arms full of things—such as bolsters, blankets, hearth-rugs, table-cloths, dish-covers, and coal-scuttles. "I hope you're a good hand at pinning and tying strings?" Tweedledum remarked. "Every one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other."
