"Do you think it's going to rain?"
Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and his brother and looked up into it. "No, I don't think it is," he said: "at least - not under HERE. Nohow."
"But it may rain OUTSIDE?"
"It may - if it chooses," said Tweedledee: "we've no objection. Contrariwise."
Lewis Carroll: Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There