Through the Looking-Glass #232979

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.