"I know you're not afraid to die," said Alice.
The only reply she got was, "Oh, my head! my head!"
"What's the matter with your head?"
"Oh, my head! it's bursting."
"Water! water!" continued to be his cry; but Alice would feed him with only a drop or two at a time. Gradually his ravings grew less pronounced, less frequent.
"Who are you?" he asked, after gazing for some time with dazed eyes at Alice. "You look very like Alice Peel. Alice is in England, and I am—where am I?"
"I'm glad I look like Alice Peel," she said in reply.
"She's the only girl—in all the world," he murmured, before his mind again wandered, and he muttered straggling fragments of verses.
"Alice, Alice!" he cried suddenly.
"Yes," said Alice, soothing his head with her cool hand.