`Blew -- me -- up,' panted the Queen, who was still a little out of
breath. `Mind you come up -- the regular way -- don't get blown up!'
Alice watched the White King as he slowly struggled up from bar to
bar, till at last she said, `Why, you'll be hours and hours getting
to the table, at that rate. I'd far better help you, hadn't I?' But
the King took no notice of the question: it was quite clear that he
could neither hear her nor see her.
So Alice picked him up very gently, and lifted him across more
slowly than she had lifted the Queen, that she mightn't take his
breath away: but, before she put him on the table, she thought she
might as well dust him a little, he was so covered with ashes.
She said afterwards that she had never seen in all her life such a
face as the King made, when he found himself held in the air by an
invisible hand, and being dusted: he was far too much astonished to
cry out, but his eyes and his mouth went on getting larger and
larger, and rounder and rounder, till her hand shook so with laughing
that she nearly let him drop upon the floor.
`Oh! PLEASE don't make such faces, my dear!' she cried out, quite
forgetting that the King couldn't hear her.
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