again, and went flying after it, and this time she succeeded in
catching it for herself. I ve got it! she cried in a triumphant tone.
Now you shall see me pin it on again, all by myself!
Then I hope your finger is better now? Alice said very politely, as
she crossed the little brook after the Queen.
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Oh, much better! cried the Queen, her voice rising to a squeak as she
went on. Much be-etter! Be-etter! Be-e-e-etter! Be-e-ehh! The last
word ended in a long bleat, so like a sheep that Alice quite started.
She looked at the Queen, who seemed to have suddenly wrapped herself up
in wool. Alice rubbed her eyes, and looked again. She couldn t make out
what had happened at all. Was she in a shop? And was that really was it
really a _sheep_ that was sitting on the other side of the counter? Rub
as she could, she could make nothing more of it: she was in a little
dark shop, leaning with her elbows on the counter, and opposite to her
was an old Sheep, sitting in an arm-chair knitting, and every now and
then leaving off to look at her through a great pair of spectacles.
What is it you want to buy? the Sheep said at last, looking up for a
moment from her knitting.
I don t _quite_ know yet, Alice said, very gently. I should like to
look all round me first, if I might.
You may look in front of you, and on both sides, if you like, said
the Sheep: but you can t look _all_ round you unless you ve got eyes
at the back of your head.
But these, as it happened, Alice had _not_ got: so she contented
herself with turning round, looking at the shelves as she came to them.
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