` 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 . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ` 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 could n'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 do n't QUITE know yet , ' XXXXX said , very gently . '
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