152 " it's my own invention."
"The song really is lA-sitting On A Crate'1: and the tune's my own invention."
So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then, slowly beating time with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle foolish face, as if he enjoyed the music of his song, he began.
Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was the the one that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterward she could bring the whole scene
back again, as if it had been only yesterday------
the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight
------the setting sun gleaming through his hair,
and shining on his armor in a blaze of light that
quite dazzled her------the horse quietly moving
about, with the reins hanging loose on his neck,
cropping the grass at her feet------and the black
shadows of the forest behind------all this she took
in like a picture, as, with one hand shading her eyes, she leaned against a tree, watching the strange pair, and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song.
" But the tune isn't his own invention," she said to herself: " it's ' / give thee all, I can no more.' " She stood and listened very attentively, but no tears came into her eyes.