“I do not want those heads,” said Lucy; “they do not match my hair. Can’t I have two golden-haired heads?”
“Those are all I have,” said the giant, “and you will have to wear them. On with them,” he said, and the attendants fastened the heads on Lucy’s shoulders, one on each side of her own head.
“I wish I could see myself,” said Lucy, still curious.
“Take her to her room,” said the giant, and Lucy was taken to one of the rooms that opened out of the long hall.
When she was alone she looked around the room and saw a mirror hanging on the wall. She ran and looked into it. The new heads looked very cross.
“What is the matter with you?” asked Lucy.
“I do not like red hair or light hair,” said the dark-haired head.
“And I do not like dark hair or light hair,” said the head with red hair.
“I cannot help that,” said Lucy. “I did not want either of you.”
“I will not stay here,” said the dark-haired head.