`That's hardly enough,' he said, anxiously. `You see the wind is
so VERY strong here. It's as strong as soup.'
`Have you invented a plan for keeping the hair from being blown
off?' Alice enquired.
`Not yet,' said the Knight. `But I've got a plan for keeping it
from FALLING off.'
`I should like to hear it, very much.'
`First you take an upright stick,' said the Knight. `Then you make
your hair creep up it, like a fruit-tree. Now the reason hair falls
off is because it hangs DOWN -- things never fall UPWARDS, you know.
It's a plan of my own invention. You may try it if you like.
It didn't sound a comfortable plan, Alice thought, and for a few
minutes she walked on in silence, puzzling over the idea, and every
now and then stopping to help the poor Knight, who certainly was NOT
a good rider.
Whenever the horse stopped (which it did very often), he fell off
in front; and whenever it went on again (which it generally did
rather suddenly), he fell off behind. Otherwise he kept on pretty
well, except that he had a habit of now and then falling off
sideways; and as he generally did this on the side on which Alice was
walking, she soon found that it was the best plan not to walk QUITE
close to the horse.
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