`Indeed I did,' said Alice: `you've said it very often -- and very
loud. Please, where ARE the crabs?'
`In the water, of course!' said the Sheep, sticking some of the
needles into her hair, as her hands were full. `Feather, I say!'
`WHY do you say "feather" so often?' Alice asked at last, rather
vexed. 'I'm not a bird!'
`You are,` said the Sheet: `you're a little goose.'
This offended Alice a little, so there was no more conversation for
a minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimes among
beds of weeds (which made the oars stick fast in the water, worse
then ever), and sometimes under trees, but always with the same tall
river-banks frowning over their heads.
`Oh, please! There are some scented rushes!' Alice cried in a
sudden transport of delight. `There really are -- and SUCH
beauties!'
`You needn't say "please" to ME about `em' the Sheep said, without
looking up from her knitting: `I didn't put `em there, and I'm not
going to take `em away.'
`No, but I meant -- please, may we wait and pick some?' Alice
pleaded. `If you don't mind stopping the boat for a minute.'
`How am _I_ to stop it?' said the Sheep.
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