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 don't quite know yet," Alice said, very gently. "I should like to look all round me first, if I might."
"You may look in front of you, and on both sides, if you like," said the Sheep; "but you can't look all round you—unless you've got eyes at the back of your head."
But these, as it happened, Alice had not got; so she contented herself with turning round, looking at the shelves as she came to them.
The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious things—but the oddest part of it all was that, whenever
