`Now one can breathe more easily,' said the Knight, putting back his shaggy hair with both hands, and turning his gentle face and large mild eyes to Alice. She thought she had never seen such a strange- looking soldier in all her life.

He was dressed in tin armour, which seemed to fit him very badly, and he had a queer-shaped little deal box fastened across his shoulders, upside-down, and with the lid hanging open. Alice looked at it with great curiosity.

`I see you're admiring my little box,' the Knight said in a friendly tone. `It's my own invention -- to keep clothes and sandwiches in. You see I carry it upside-down, so that the rain ca'n't get in.'

`But the things can get out,' Alice gently remarked. `Do you know the lid's open?'

`I didn't know it,' the Knight said, a shade of vexation passing over his face. `Then all the things must have fallen out! And the box is no use without them.' He unfastened it as he spoke, and was just going to throw it into the bushes, when a sudden thought seemed to strike him, and he hung it carefully on a tree. `Can you guess why I did that?' he said to Alice.

Alice shook her head.

`In hopes some bees may make a nest in it -- then I should get the honey.'

`But you've got a bee-hive -- or something like one -- fastened to the saddle,' said Alice.

`Yes, it's a very good bee-hive,' the Knight said in a discontented tone, `one of the best kind. But not a single bee has come near it yet. And the other thing is a mouse-trap. I suppose the mice keep the bees out -- or the bees keep the mice out, I don't know which.'

`I was wondering what the mouse-trap was for,' said Alice. `It isn't very likely there would be any mice on the horse's back.'

`Not very likely, perhaps,' said the Knight; `but, if they do come, I don't choose to have them running all about.'

`You see,' he went on after a pause, `it's as well to be provided for every-thing. That's the reason the horse has all those anklets round his feet.'

`But what are they for?' Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.

`To guard against the bites of sharks,' the Knight replied. `It's an invention of my own. And now help me on. I'll go with you to the end of the wood -- What's that dish for?'

`It's meant for plum-cake,' said Alice.

`We'd better take it with us,' the Knight said. `It'll come in handy if we find any plum-cake. Help me to get it into this bag.'

This took a long time to manage, though Alice held the bag open very carefully, because the knight was so very awkward in putting in the dish: the first two or three times that he tried he fell in himself instead. `It's rather a tight fit, you see,' he said, as they got it in at last; `there are so many candlesticks in the bag.' And he hung it to the saddle, which was already loaded with bunches of carrots, and fire-irons, and many other things.

`I hope you've got your hair well fastened on?' he continued, as they set off.

`Only in the usual way,' Alice said, smiling.