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The
King
rolled
over
and
looked
at
Dorothy
with
one
watery
pink
eye
.
Then
he
sat
up
and
wiped
his
eyes
carefully
with
a
silk
handkerchief
and
put
on
his
jeweled
crown
,
which
had
fallen
off
.
"
Excuse
my
grief
,
fair
stranger
,
"
he
said
,
in
a
sad
voice
.
"
You
behold
in
me
the
most
miserable
monarch
in
all
the
world
.
What
time
is
it
,
Blinkem
?
"
"
One
o
’
clock
,
your
Majesty
,
"
replied
the
attendant
to
whom
the
question
was
addressed
.
"
Serve
luncheon
at
once
!
"
commanded
the
King
.
"
Luncheon
for
two
-
-
that
’
s
for
my
visitor
and
me
-
-
and
see
that
the
human
has
some
sort
of
food
she
’
s
accustomed
to
.
"
"
Yes
,
your
Majesty
,
"
answered
the
attendant
,
and
went
away
.
"
Tie
my
shoe
,
Bristle
,
"
said
the
King
to
the
Keeper
of
the
Wicket
.
"
Ah
me
!
how
unhappy
I
am
!
"
"
What
seems
to
be
worrying
your
Majesty
?
"
asked
Dorothy
.
"
Why
,
it
’
s
this
king
business
,
of
course
,
"
he
returned
,
while
the
Keeper
tied
his
shoe
.
"
I
didn
’
t
want
to
be
King
of
Bunnybury
at
all
,
and
the
rabbits
all
knew
it
.
So
they
elected
me
-
-
to
save
themselves
from
such
a
dreadful
fate
,
I
suppose
-
-
and
here
I
am
,
shut
up
in
a
palace
,
when
I
might
be
free
and
happy
.
"
"
Seems
to
me
,
"
said
Dorothy
,
"
it
’
s
a
great
thing
to
be
a
King
.
"
"
Were
you
ever
a
King
?
"
inquired
the
monarch
.
