` There 's no use trying , ' she said : ` one CA N'T believe impossible things . ' ' I daresay you have n't had much practice , ' said the Queen . ` When I was your age , I always did it for half-an-hour a day . Why , sometimes I 've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast . There goes the shawl again ! ' The brooch had come undone as she spoke , and a sudden gust of wind blew the Queen 's shawl across a little brook . The Queen spread out her arms 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 . * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ` 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 .
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