'But it may rain OUTSIDE?'

'It may--if it chooses,' said Tweedledee: 'we've no
objection. Contrariwise.'

'Selfish things!' thought Alice, and she was just going to say
'Good-night' and leave them, when Tweedledum sprang out from
under the umbrella and seized her by the wrist.

'Do you see THAT?' he said, in a voice choking with passion,
and his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as he pointed
with a trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the
tree.

'It's only a rattle,' Alice said, after a careful examination
of the little white thing. 'Not a rattleSNAKE, you know,' she
added hastily, thinking that he was frightened: 'only an old
rattle--quite old and broken.'

'I knew it was!' cried Tweedledum, beginning to stamp about
wildly and tear his hair. 'It's spoilt, of course!' Here he
looked at Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the ground, and
tried to hide himself under the umbrella.

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 you--I bought it yesterday--my nice
new RATTLE!' and his voice rose to a perfect scream.