June sat down quite close to him and began confidentially:
"He was the one that met Alice in the wood. Don't you remember just before she was going to be queen? He kept falling off his horse first on one side and then on the other, and he would have to climb up again by the mouse traps."
"The mouse traps, on horse-back?"
"Yes, the Knight was afraid the mice might come and he didn't want them to run over him. Besides he invented the mouse traps and course, you know, somebody had to use them."
"Of course," said the man taking June's hand and looking at it as a person looks at something that he has not seen for a very long time.
"He invented lots of things," went on June earnestly, "bracelets for the horse's feet to keep off shark-bites, and something else to keep your hair from falling out."
"Eh! what's that?" said his companion rubbing his hand over his own bald head.
June's eyes twinkled. "You ought to train it up on a stick," he said, "like a vine. That was what the White Knight said, that hair fell off because it hung down. It couldn't fall up, could it?"
At this they both had a great laugh and the man said:
"So I am the White Knight, am I?"