` Yes , a little -- but not on land -- and not with needles -- ' Alice was beginning to say , when suddenly the needles turned into oars in her hands , and she found they were in a little boat , gliding along between banks : so there was nothing for it but to do her best . ` Feather ! ' cried the Sheep , as she took up another pair of needles . This did n't sound like a remark that needed any answer , so Alice said nothing , but pulled away . There was something very queer about the water , she thought , as every now and then the oars got fast in it , and would hardly come out again . ` Feather ! Feather ! ' the Sheep cried again , taking more needles . ` You 'll be catching a crab directly . ' ' A dear little crab ! ' thought Alice . ' I should like that . ' ` Did n't you hear me say `` Feather '' ? ' the Sheep cried angrily , taking up quite a bunch of needles . ` 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 ? '
XXXXX asked at last , rather vexed .
Alice Sheep answer course crab hair land nothing oars water