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 one that she always remembered most
clearly. Years afterwards 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 armour 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
leant 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
_I give thee all, I can no more_. She stood and listened very
attentively, but no tears came into her eyes.
I ll tell thee everything I can;
There s little to relate.
I saw an aged aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
Who are you, aged man? I said,
and how is it you live?
And his answer trickled through my head
Like water through a sieve.
He said I look for butterflies
That sleep among the wheat:
I make them into mutton-pies,
And sell them in the street.
I sell them unto men, he said,
Who sail on stormy seas;
And that s the way I get my bread
A trifle, if you please.
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