Voorbeeld: Boek

63 Tweedledum and Tweedledee added: ‘I generally hit everything I can see— when I get really excited.’ ‘And I hit everything within reach,’ cried Tweedledum, ‘whether I can see it or not!’ Alice laughed. ‘You must hit the trees pretty often, I should think,’ she said. Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile. I don’t suppose,’ he said,‘there’ll be a tree left standing, for ever so far round, by the time we’ve finished!’ ‘And all about a rattle!’ said Alice, still hoping to make them a little ashamed of fighting for such a trifle. ‘I shouldn’t have minded it so much,’ said Tweedledum, ‘if it hadn’t been a new one.’ ‘I wish the monstrous crow would come!’ though Alice. ‘There’s only one sword, you know,’ Tweedledum said to his brother: ‘but you can have the umbrella— it’s quite as sharp. Only we must begin quick. It’s getting as dark as it can.’ ‘And darker.’ said Tweedledee. It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought there must be a thunderstorm coming on. ‘What a thick black cloud that is!’ she said. ‘And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it’s got wings!’ ‘It’s the crow!’ Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of alarm: and the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment. Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree. ‘It can never get at me here ,’ she thought: ‘it’s far too large to squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn’t flap its wings so— it make quite a hurricane in the wood— here’s somebody’s shawl being blown away!’