All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold up the
umbrella, with himself in it: which was such an extraordinary
thing to do, that it quite 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.'

Alice said afterwards she had never seen such a fuss made about
anything in all her life--the way those two bustled about--
and the quantity of things they put on--and the trouble they
gave her in tying strings and fastening buttons--'Really
they'll be more like bundles of old clothes than anything else,
by the time they're ready!' she said to herself, as she arranged a
bolster round the neck of Tweedledee, 'to keep his head from