'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 rattle-snake, you know,' she added hastily, thinking that he was frightened: 'only an old rattle – quite old and broken.'
