“Neither will I,” said the head with the red hair.
And they began to pull away. Lucy bent first to one side and then to the other, with the pulling of the quarrelsome heads.
“Do keep quiet,” she said at last. “I am sorry I said anything about the color of your hair. If you will be good I’ll try to get you something nice to eat.”
This plan quieted the heads, and Lucy went to the door. It was not locked, and she opened it and went out.
First she went to the room where the horse was.
“Horse, can you tell me where I can get something to eat?” she asked.
“Yes,” said the horse. “Go to the fireplace and call up the chimney.”
“I want my dinner,” Lucy called.
Down came a table with food upon it and a chair standing beside it. Lucy seated herself and began to eat.
Then the trouble began; every time she raised the fork to her mouth the dark head or the head with red hair would stretch out their necks and take the food from the fork before Lucy could get a chance.