` 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 Sheep : ` 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 -LRB- which made the oars stick fast in the water , worse then ever -RRB- , 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 need n't say `` please '' to ME about 'em , ' the Sheep said , without looking up from her knitting : ' I did n'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 do n't mind stopping the boat for a minute . ' ` How am I to stop it ? ' said the Sheep . ` If you leave off rowing , it 'll stop of itself . ' So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would , till it glided gently in among the waving rushes .
And then the little sleeves were carefully rolled up , and the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep to get the rushes a good long way down before breaking them off -- and for a while XXXXX forgot all about the Sheep and the knitting , as she bent over the side of the boat , with just the ends of her tangled hair dipping into the water -- while with bright eager eyes she caught at one bunch after another of the darling scented rushes . '
Alice Sheep bird hair left minute oars river-banks rowing stream