fitted exactly. He turned it, the door flew open, and Teddy stepped
through.

Beyond was a cave, just such as he had often wished he could live in,
with a rough table and chair, old kegs, and a heap of rubbish in one
corner. On each side of the cave was a heavy door studded with iron
nails. "I will just see where these doors lead to," said Teddy to
himself, laying his trap and his shovel behind one of the kegs.

As he reached the first door and put his hand on it he heard someone
singing the other side of it as sweetly and clearly as a bird, and this
is what the voice sang:

"In field and meadow the grasses grow;
The clouds are white and the winds they blow.
Out in the world there is much to see,
If I were but free! If I were but free!

"My wings were bright and my wings were strong;
I plumed myself and I sang a song:
Where is the hero to rescue me,
And set me free? And set me free?"

The song ended and Teddy opened the door.

Within was another room that looked almost like the first, only there
was a fireplace in it, and in front of this fireplace a young girl was
sitting.

As soon as Teddy opened the door she looked over her shoulder, and when