“I’ll go to the owl and see if he can help me,” she said, as she went out of the room.
She went into the room where the owl was and opened the window. The owl hid its three heads.
“You are such a wise bird,” she said to the owl, “I wish you would tell me what to do with these new heads; they quarrel all the time.”
“Who-who!” said the owl.
“I cannot understand how any one could ever think you were wise,” said Lucy; “all you can say is who-who. I wish I could be rid of these troublesome heads.”
“Why don’t you, then?” said the head with red hair. “We come off if you pull hard.”
“I never thought of that,” said Lucy, pulling at the head with red hair.
Off it came and flew through the window.
Then she tried the other and it came off and followed the other through the window.
“Would you like to be rid of your extra heads?” Lucy asked the owl.