. Through the looking-glass, and what Alice found there . ay exactually, the Queen nooremarked. I can believe it without that. NowIll give you something to believe. Im just onehundred and one, five months and a day. I cant believe that! said Alice. Cant you? the Queen said in a pitying 1705tone. Try again: draw a long breath, and shutyour eyes. Alice laughed. Theres no use trying, shesaid: one cant believe impossible things. I daresay you havent had much practice, mosaid the Queen. When I was your age, Ialways did it for half-an-hour a day. Why,sometimes Ive believed as many as six impossiblet
. Through the looking-glass, and what Alice found there . ay exactually, the Queen nooremarked. I can believe it without that. NowIll give you something to believe. Im just onehundred and one, five months and a day. I cant believe that! said Alice. Cant you? the Queen said in a pitying 1705tone. Try again: draw a long breath, and shutyour eyes. Alice laughed. Theres no use trying, shesaid: one cant believe impossible things. I daresay you havent had much practice, mosaid the Queen. When I was your age, Ialways did it for half-an-hour a day. Why,sometimes Ive believed as many as six impossiblethings before breakfast. There goes the shawlagain! ms The brooch had come undone as she spoke,and a sudden gust of wind blew the Queensshawl across a little brook. The Queen spreadout her arms again, and went flying after it, andthis time she succeeded in catching it for herself. 1720Ive got it! she cried in a triumphant you shall see me pin it on again, all bymyself! Then I hope your finger is better now? 4. < i 82 Through the Looking-Glass. r . ;lyiiiR niter it i .Alice said very politely, as she crossed the littlebrook after the Ouecn. ***** Oh, much better! cried the Queen, hervoice rising into a squeak as she went on. Muchbc-etter! Be-etter! He-e-e-ettcr! Bc-e-ehh!w»The last word ended in a long bleat, so like asheep that Alice quite started. And What Alice Found There 83 She looked at the Queen, who seemed to havesuddenly wrapped herself up in wool. Alicerubbed her eyes, and looked again. She couldntmake out what had happened at all. Was she 1735in a shop? And was that really—was it reallya sheep that was sitting on the other side of thecounter? Rub as she would, she could makenothing more of it: she was in a little dark shop,leaning with her elbows on the counter, and 1740opposite to her was an old Sheep, sitting in anarm-chair, knitting, and every now and thenleaving off to look at her through a great pair ofspectacles. What is it you want to buy? th
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