"How do you sell them ?" "Fivepence farthing for one--Twopence for two," the Sheep replied.
"Then two are cheaper than one ?" Alice said in a surprised tone, taking out her purse.
"Only you MUST eat them both, if you buy two," said the Sheep.
"Then I'll have ONE, please," said Alice, as she put the money down on the counter.

For she thought to herself, "They mightn't be at all nice, you know." The Sheep took the money, and put it away in a box: then she said "I never put things into people's hands--that would never do--you must get it for yourself." And so saying, she went off to the other end of the shop, and set the egg upright on a shelf.
"I wonder WHY it wouldn't do ?" thought Alice, as she groped her way among the tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the end.
"The egg seems to get further away the more I walk towards it.

Let me see, is this a chair?
Why, it's got branches, I declare! How very odd to find trees growing here! And actually here's a little brook! Well, this is the very queerest shop I ever saw!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * So she went on, wondering more and more at every step, as everything turned into a tree the moment she came up to it, and she quite expected the egg to do the same..