Queen.
The King immediately fell flat on his back, and lay perfectly still:
and Alice was a little alarmed at what she had done, and went round the
room to see if she could find any water to throw over him. However, she
could find nothing but a bottle of ink, and when she got back with it
she found he had recovered, and he and the Queen were talking together
in a frightened whisper so low, that Alice could hardly hear what they
said.
The King was saying, I assure you, my dear, I turned cold to the very
ends of my whiskers!
To which the Queen replied, You haven t got any whiskers.
The horror of that moment, the King went on, I shall never, _never_
forget!
You will, though, the Queen said, if you don t make a memorandum of
it.
Alice looked on with great interest as the King took an enormous
memorandum-book out of his pocket, and began writing. A sudden thought
struck her, and she took hold of the end of the pencil, which came some
way over his shoulder, and began writing for him.
The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy, and struggled with the pencil
for some time without saying anything; but Alice was too strong for
him, and at last he panted out, My dear! I really _must_ get a thinner
pencil. I can t manage this one a bit; it writes all manner of things
that I don t intend
What manner of things? said the Queen, looking over the book (in
which Alice had put _The White Knight is sliding down the poker. He
balances very badly_ ) That s not a memorandum of _your_ feelings!
There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while she sat
watching the White King (for she was still a little anxious about him,
and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case he fainted again),
she turned over the leaves, to find some part that she could read,
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