Alice could n't say honestly that he was . He had a tall red night-cap on , with a tassel , and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap , and snoring loud -- ` fit to snore his head off ! ' as Tweedledum remarked . ` I 'm afraid he 'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass , ' said Alice , who was a very thoughtful little girl . ` He 's dreaming now , ' said Tweedledee : ` and what do you think he 's dreaming about ? ' Alice said ` Nobody can guess that . ' ` Why , about YOU ! ' Tweedledee exclaimed , clapping his hands triumphantly . ` And if he left off dreaming about you , where do you suppose you 'd be ? ' ` Where I am now , of course , ' said Alice . ` Not you ! ' Tweedledee retorted contemptuously . ` You 'd be nowhere . Why , you 're only a sort of thing in his dream ! ' ` If that there King was to wake , ' added Tweedledum , ` you 'd go out -- bang ! -- just like a candle ! ' ' I should n't ! ' Alice exclaimed indignantly . ` Besides , if I 'M only a sort of thing in his dream , what are YOU , I should like to know ? ' ` Ditto ' said Tweedledum .
` Ditto , ditto ' cried XXXXX .
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