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'
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
did
n'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
.
'
I
'm
afraid
you
've
not
had
much
practice
in
riding
,
'
she
ventured
to
say
,
as
she
was
helping
him
up
from
his
fifth
tumble
.
The
Knight
looked
very
much
surprised
,
and
a
little
offended
at
the
remark
.
'
What
makes
you
say
that
?
'
he
asked
,
as
he
scrambled
back
into
the
saddle
,
keeping
hold
of
Alice
's
hair
with
one
hand
,
to
save
himself
from
falling
over
on
the
other
side
.
'
Because
people
do
n't
fall
off
quite
so
often
,
when
they
've
had
much
practice
.
'
'
I
've
had
plenty
of
practice
,
'
the
Knight
said
very
gravely
:
'
plenty
of
practice
!
'
Alice
could
think
of
nothing
better
to
say
than
'
Indeed
?
'
but
she
said
it
as
heartily
as
she
could
.
They
went
on
a
little
way
in
silence
after
this
,
the
Knight
with
his
eyes
shut
,
muttering
to
himself
,
and
Alice
watching
anxiously
for
the
next
tumble
.
'
The
great
art
of
riding
,
'
the
Knight
suddenly
began
in
a
loud
voice
,
waving
his
right
arm
as
he
spoke
,
'
is
to
keep
--
'
Here
the
sentence
ended
as
suddenly
as
it
had
begun
,
as
the
Knight
fell
heavily
on
the
top
of
his
head
exactly
in
the
path
where
Alice
was
walking
.
