Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll Chapter 5 Page 13

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.