Through the Looking-Glass

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. The King immediately fell flat on his back, and lay quite still. Alice was a little alarmed, and tried to find some water to sprinkle over him, but she could see nothing but a bottle of ink, and when she got back he had recovered, and was talking to the Queen in a frightened whisper. I assure you, my clear, the King was saying, I turned cold to the very ends of my whiskers! Nonsense! Said the Queen, you've got no whiskers, and you will forget it, if you don't make a note of it. Alice looked on with great interest as the King took an enormous note book out of his pocket, and began writing. A sudden thought struck her, and she took hold of the end of the pencil, and began writing for him.