146 " it's my own invention."
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 dare say you noticed, the last time you picked me up, that I was looking rather thoughtful ? "
" You were a little grave," Baid Alice.
" Well, just then I was inventing a new way of