being cut off,' as he said.

'You know,' he added very gravely, 'it's one of the most
serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle--to
get one's head cut off.'

Alice laughed aloud: but she managed to turn it into a cough,
for fear of hurting his feelings.

'Do I look very pale?' said Tweedledum, coming up to have his
helmet tied on. (He CALLED it a helmet, though it certainly
looked much more like a saucepan.)

'Well--yes--a LITTLE,' Alice replied gently.

'I'm very brave generally,' he went on in a low voice: 'only
to-day I happen to have a headache.'

'And I'VE got a toothache!' said Tweedledee, who had overheard
the remark. 'I'm far worse off than you!'

'Then you'd better not fight to-day,' said Alice, thinking it a
good opportunity to make peace.

'We MUST have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about going on
long,' said Tweedledum. 'What's the time now?'

Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said 'Half-past four.'

'Let's fight till six, and then have dinner,' said Tweedledum.