`The great art of riding, as I was saying, is
-- to keep your balance properly. Like this, you know -- '
He let go the bridle, and stretched out both his arms to show Alice
what he meant, and this time he fell flat on his back, right under
the horse's feet.
`Plenty of practice?' he went on repeating, all the time that Alice
was getting him on his feet again. `Plenty of practice!'
`It's too ridiculous!' cried Alice, losing all her patience this
time. `You ought to have a wooden horse on wheels, that you ought!'
`Does that kind go smoothly?' the Knight asked in a tone of great
interest, clasping his arms round the horse's neck as he spoke, just
in time to save himself from tumbling off again.
`Much more smoothly than a live horse,' Alice said, with a little
scream of laughter, in spite of all she could do to prevent it.
`I'll get one,' the Knight said thoughtfully to himself. `One or
two -- several.'
There was a short silence after this, and then the Knight went on
again. `I'm a great hand at inventing things. Now, I daresay you
noticed, that last time you picked me up, that I was looking rather
thoughtful?'
`You WERE a little grave,' said Alice.
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