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CHAPTER VII
Alice and the White Knight
ALICE wandered on through the Yard, gazing with delight at the groups of old ladies walking in the paths and admiring the buildings.
"The dear little things!" she cried, "I wonder if I could come near enough to them to catch one."
"You mustn't touch them," said a voice. "They are probably all related to me. I have so many relations around Boston."
Alice turned and saw a very pleasant looking person in white tin armor seated on a wooden hobby horse. He was smiling in such a friendly fashion that Alice instantly felt a great liking for him.
"It's the White Knight, of course," she said to herself. "What a strange horse!" she continued aloud. "Can it move?"
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