`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 a 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.
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