He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying, 'Hush!
You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise.'

'Well, it no use YOUR talking about waking him,' said
Tweedledum, 'when you're only one of the things in his dream.
You know very well you're not real.'

'I AM real!' said Alice and began to cry.

'You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying,' Tweedledee
remarked: 'there's nothing to cry about.'

'If I wasn't real,' Alice said--half-laughing through her
tears, it all seemed so ridiculous--'I shouldn't be able to
cry.'

'I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?' Tweedledum
interrupted in a tone of great contempt.

'I know they're talking nonsense,' Alice thought to herself:
'and it's foolish to cry about it.' So she brushed away her
tears, and went on as cheerfully as she could. 'At any rate I'd
better be getting out of the wood, for really it's coming on very
dark. Do you think it's going to rain?'

Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his
brother, and looked up into it. 'No, I don't think it is,' he
said: 'at least--not under HERE. Nohow.'