One day Lucy was sent to the woods to gather berries, but instead of filling her basket as she should have done she walked about, looking behind rocks and trees, thinking that she might find an opening in some of them.

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” said a squirrel, as he ran past her.

“I wonder what he means,” she said. “I must keep on looking, for somewhere around here Old Three Heads must live, or the squirrel would not have said ‘look out,’ and I want to see what he is like.”

[Pg 60]

[Pg 60]

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” called a bird from the limb of a tree.

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” called a rabbit as he ran into his hole.

“I wish some one would tell me where Old Three Heads lives,” said Lucy, “instead of just saying look out for him.”

Just then she came to a path which led through thick bushes.

“I will see where this leads,” she said. “Perhaps it leads to Old Three Heads’ house.”

Lucy walked along the path and soon she saw a castle standing among the trees. Most little girls would have hesitated about going into a strange house, but Lucy’s curiosity was so great she thought only of seeing the inside of the castle. She walked up the steps and opened the door. The hall was long and dark, but she was not afraid. So she closed the door and walked along.

There were many doors on each side of the hall, and Lucy opened one and looked in. In one corner of the room was a horse with three heads. “What a queer place to keep a horse!” thought Lucy.

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,”[Pg 61] said the horse, shaking all three heads and looking sad.

[Pg 61]

“How did you get three heads?” asked Lucy.

“I looked in the window one day when Old Three Heads was eating his dinner, and he saw me. You better look out,” he warned her again.

Lucy thought of the other doors and decided to keep on, for she was very anxious to see what was behind all of them.

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