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+Title: The Story of a Lamb on Wheels
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK, THE STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS ***
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+
+THE STORY OF A LAMB ON WHEELS
+
+BY
+
+LAURA LEE HOPE
+
+AUTHOR OF "THE STORY OF A SAWDUST DOLL," "THE STORY
+OF A BOLD TIN SOLDIER," "THE BOBBSEY TWINS SERIES,"
+"THE BUNNY BROWN SERIES," "THE SIX
+BUNKERS SERIES," ETC.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+CHAPTER
+
+I     THE LAMB'S WISH
+
+II    THE JOLLY SAILOR
+
+III   A HOME ON SHORE
+
+IV    SLIDING DOWNHILL
+
+V     IN GREAT DANGER
+
+VI    DOWN THE COAL HOLE
+
+VII   THE LAMB CARRIED AWAY
+
+VIII  SAILING DOWN THE BROOK
+
+IX    ON A LOAD OF WOOD
+
+X     MIRABELL IS HAPPY
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+THE LAMB'S WISH
+
+
+Out of his box the Jack popped his head. The funny, black fringe of
+whiskers around his face jiggled up and down. His queer, big eyes looked
+around the store.
+
+"Hurray!" cried the Jack in the Box. "We are alone at last and now we
+can have some fun! Hurray!"
+
+"Are you sure?" asked a Bold Tin Soldier, who stood at the head of a
+company of his men in a large box.
+
+"Am I sure of what?" inquired the Jack, as he swung to and fro on the
+spring which made him pop out of the box.
+
+"Are you sure we are alone?" went on the Soldier. "It would be too bad
+if we should come to life when any one could see us."
+
+"There is no one in the department but us toys," said a Calico Clown,
+and he banged together some shiny cymbals on the ends of his arms. "The
+Jack is right--we are all by ourselves."
+
+"I am glad of it," said a woolly Lamb on Wheels, who stood on the floor,
+just under the edge of the toy counter. She was rather too large to be
+up among the smaller toys. "Yes, I am glad of it," went on the Lamb. "I
+have kept still all day, and now I have something to tell you all, my
+friends."
+
+"Something nice?" asked a Candy Rabbit, who stood next to a Monkey on a
+Stick.
+
+"I think it is nice," said the Lamb. "But, as you know, I could not move
+about or speak so long as any of the clerks or customers were here."
+
+"That's so," agreed the Bold Tin Soldier.
+
+For it was one of the rules of Toyland, as you know, that none of the
+folk who lived there could do anything while human eyes were watching
+them. The Dolls, Soldiers, Clowns, Rocking Horses, Lambs were not able
+to move, talk, or make believe come to life if a boy or a girl or any
+one at all looked at them.
+
+"But now we are alone we can have some fun," said the Jack in the Box.
+"Let's have a jumping race, to see who can go the farthest. Come on! I'm
+ready!"
+
+"Yes, you are always ready to jump out of your box as soon as the cover
+is taken off," remarked the Lamb on Wheels. "But the rest of us are not
+such high kickers as you are. I cannot jump at all. I can only run
+around on my wheels, just as the White Rocking Horse, who used to live
+here, could only go on his rockers."
+
+"Well, what shall we do then?" asked the Jack. "I'm ready to do
+anything."
+
+"Suppose we have the Calico Clown play us a little tune on his cymbals,"
+suggested the Bold Tin Soldier. "My men and I like to hear his music.
+After that we will march around and then--"
+
+"Then we must listen to what the Lamb has to say," cried the Monkey on a
+Stick. "She said she had something to tell us."
+
+"Oh, excuse me," came from the Bold Tin Soldier Captain, with a wave of
+his shiny sward. "Perhaps you want to tell us your story now, Miss
+Lamb?"
+
+"No," she answered. "Later will do. It is not exactly a story--it is more
+of a wish. But first I should like to listen to the Calico Clown."
+
+"All right! Here we go!" cried the jolly Clown. He was a gaily dressed
+fellow, and his calico suit was of many colors. One leg was red and
+another yellow, and his shirt was spotted and speckled and striped.
+
+The Calico Clown stood up near the box where the Bold Tin Soldier was
+ready to lead his men in a march. And the Clown banged together his
+shiny cymbals.
+
+"Bang! Bung! Bang! Bung!" clanged the cymbals, making music that the Toy
+Folk liked to hear, though I cannot say you would have cared much for
+it.
+
+"Now it is your turn to march, Captain!" called the Candy Rabbit. "Show
+us what you and your men can do. That will amuse us." "All right!"
+agreed the Bold Tin Soldier. "Attention, men!" he cried, "Ready!
+Shoulder arms! Forward--March!"
+
+Out of their box, following their Captain, came the tin soldiers. Around
+and around the toy counter they marched, the Calico Clown making music
+for them on his cymbals.
+
+"Isn't this jolly!" cried the Monkey on a Stick.
+
+Once more around the toy counter marched the Bold Tin Soldier and his
+men. They were careful not to get too near the edge, for they did not
+want to fall off.
+
+"There, how did you like it?" asked the Captain, as his men stopped to
+rest.
+
+"It was fine!" answered the Candy Rabbit. "Now we will listen to the
+Lamb on Wheels."
+
+"Oh, I'm sure I haven't so very much to say," said the white, fuzzy toy.
+"But I was thinking, to-day, of the Sawdust Doll, and--"
+
+"Do you mean the Sawdust Doll who used to live here with us ?" asked the
+Calico Clown. "Excuse me for interrupting you," he said politely, "but I
+just couldn't help it. I was thinking of the Sawdust Doll myself. And I
+was wondering if you meant the same one that used to be here."
+
+"Yes," answered the Lamb, "I did. It was of her I was thinking. She was
+on our toy counter about the same time the White Rocking Horse lived
+with us."
+
+"And she went away just before he did," said the Monkey on a Stick. "The
+Sawdust Doll comes back, once in a while, to see us. But the Rocking
+Horse does not."
+
+"It is harder for him than for her," said the Lamb. "The little girl,
+whose mother bought the Sawdust Doll, often brings her back to see us.
+And the Sawdust Doll once told me she had a lovely home with a little
+girl named Dorothy."
+
+"And I think I heard her say that the White Rocking Horse lived in the
+same house with her, and belonged to a boy named Dick," said the Bold
+Tin Soldier.
+
+"Yes, that is true," said the Lamb. "Well, what I was going to tell you
+about was a little girl who came in to look at me to-day. She was one of
+the nicest little girls I ever saw--fully as nice as the Dorothy who has
+the Sawdust Doll."
+
+"And did this little girl buy you--or did her mother ?" asked the Calico
+Clown. "I should hate to see you leave us," he went on. "Of course we
+want you to get a nice home, but it will be lonesome if you, too, go
+away." "That's so," said the Bold Tin Soldier. "We have lost our Sawdust
+Doll and our White Rocking Horse, and now, if the Lamb on Wheels goes
+away from us--dear me!"
+
+"I have no idea of going away!" answered the Lamb. "All I was going to
+say was that a beautiful little girl came to the toy department to-day
+with her mother, and she admired me very much--the little girl did. She
+patted my back so softly, and she rubbed my head and she asked her
+mother to buy me."
+
+"And did she ?" asked the Calico Clown.
+
+"No, I think not," replied the Lamb. "At least, if she did, I was not
+taken away. But I wish, oh, how I wish I could get into a nice home,
+such as the Sawdust Doll has."
+
+"I trust you will get your wish," said the Calico Clown. "And I think we
+all have the same wish--that we will have kind boys and girls to own us
+when we go from here. But now let us be jolly. I'll tell you a funny
+riddle."
+
+"Oh, yes, please do!" begged the Lamb. "I love riddles!"
+
+"Let me see, now," mused the Calico Clown, softly banging together his
+cymbals. "I think I'll ask you the riddle about the pig. What makes more
+noise than a pig under a gate?"
+
+"What kind of gate?" asked the Monkey on a Stick.
+
+"It doesn't make any difference what kind of gate," said the Clown.
+
+"I should think it would," the Monkey stated. "And while you are about
+it, why don't you tell us what kind of pig it is?"
+
+"That doesn't make any difference either," said the Clown. "The riddle
+is what makes more noise than a pig under a gate."
+
+"Excuse me, but I should think it would make a great deal of
+difference," went on the Monkey. "A big pig under a small gate would
+make more noise than a little pig under a big gate. If we only knew the
+size of the gate and what kind of pig it was, we might guess the
+riddle."
+
+"Hark! I hear a noise! Some one is coming!" cried the Bold Tin Soldier,
+and all the toys became as quiet as mice.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+THE JOLLY SAILOR
+
+
+The noise which the toys had heard, and which had made them all stop
+talking, causing them to become as quiet as mice--this noise seemed to
+be coming nearer and nearer. It was a rolling, rumbling sort of noise.
+
+"Can that be the watchman?" whispered the Calico Clown to the Bold Tin
+Soldier.
+
+"I hardly think so," was the answer. "He tramps along differently, his
+feet making a noise like the beat of a drum. This is quite another
+sound. But we had better keep still until we see what it is."
+
+So all the toys kept quiet, and the noise came nearer and nearer and
+nearer, and then, all of a sudden, there rolled along the floor a toy
+Elephant on roller skates.
+
+"Hello! Hello there, my toy friends!" cried the Elephant through his
+trunk. "How are you all? And where is the White Rocking Horse? I'll have
+a race with him. I tried to the other night, but one of my roller skates
+jiggled off and then the watchman came and the race could not be run.
+Where is the Rocking Horse?"
+
+"Why, didn't you hear?" asked the Clown, as he sat up, for the toys knew
+it would be all right now to move about and talk as they had been doing.
+
+"Didn't I hear what?" asked the Elephant, sliding around on his roller
+skates. "I hear a lot of things," he went on, "but these skates make so
+much racket I can't hear very well when I have them on. They don't
+really belong to me," he said, looking at the Candy Rabbit. "I just
+borrowed them from the sporting section, as I did before, to race with
+the White Rocking Horse."
+
+"Well, you might have saved yourself the trouble," said the Monkey on a
+Stick. "The White Rocking Horse isn't here any more. He was sold."
+
+"Dear me!" exclaimed the Elephant. "That's too bad! Then I can't have a
+race."
+
+"Unless you want to race with the Lamb on Wheels," said the Bold Tin
+Soldier. "She has wheels on her feet almost like your roller skates.
+Will you race with her?"
+
+"Thank you, I don't believe I care to race," put in the Lamb. "I am not
+used to it. And I might break a leg, and then that nice little girl, who
+was petting me to-day, would not want to buy me. I had better not race."
+
+"Just as you like," came from the Elephant. "But I am sorry that my
+friend, the White Rocking Horse, has gone. I wonder if I shall ever see
+him again."
+
+And the Elephant did see the Rocking chap later on, as you may read in
+the book telling "The Story of the White Rocking Horse." It was in a Toy
+Hospital where they met, after each had had many adventures.
+
+"Well, if we are not going to have a race, what shall we do?" asked the
+Calico Clown.
+
+"Suppose you tell us another riddle," said the Bold Tin Soldier.
+
+"Let the Monkey on a Stick, the Jack in the Box and the Candy Rabbit
+have a jumping race!" proposed the Lamb. "They are all good jumpers."
+
+"Oh, yes!" cried all the other toys. "A jumping race would be fine!"
+
+"I'm ready!" said the Jack in the Box, waving to and fro on the end of
+his long, slender spring.
+
+"So am I," said the Monkey, as he climbed to the top of his stick.
+
+"Well, I suppose I shall have to do my best," said the Candy Rabbit.
+"Clear a place on the counter, and we'll try some jumps."
+
+The Bold Tin Soldier and his men soon cleared a place on the toy counter
+so that the Jack, the Monkey and the Rabbit would have plenty of room.
+The building blocks, the checkers and the dominoes were moved out of the
+way, and then the Calico Clown took his place, ready to count "One! Two!
+Three!" so the three toys would know when it was time to jump.
+
+"I'm allowed to come out of my box, am I not?" asked the Jack.
+
+"Oh, of course," said the Lamb on Wheels. "It would not be fair to have
+you jump and carry your box with you. You may come out."
+
+So the Jack jumped out of his box and took his place next to the Monkey,
+who also came down off his stick. I wish you could have seen how nimble
+they were, but, really, it is not allowed. The minute you looked at any
+of the toys they stopped moving at once.
+
+"Are you all ready?" asked the Calico Clown, banging his cymbals
+together. "If so--go!"
+
+Away jumped the Candy Rabbit! Away jumped the Monkey! Away leaped the
+Jack who lived in a Box. At the far end of the toy counter the Bold Tin
+Soldier and his men had placed some sofa cushions from the upholstery
+department. That was in case either of the three might stumble and fall.
+
+"Look at the Jack jump!" exclaimed the Calico Clown.
+
+"And see the Monkey sail through air," remarked the Lamb on Wheels.
+
+"But the Candy Rabbit is doing best of all," said the Bold Tin Soldier.
+
+And really the Rabbit was the best jumper of the three. In fact, he
+jumped so far that he sailed over the edge of the counter. And only that
+a sofa cushion fell, at the same time, to the floor, so that the Candy
+Rabbit landed on the soft, feathery thing, he might have hurt himself.
+
+"The Candy Rabbit wins! The Candy Rabbit wins the jumping race!" cried
+the Calico Clown, banging together his cymbals.
+
+"Yes, he is the best jumper," agreed the Monkey and the Jack, who had
+jumped only to the end of the toy counter.
+
+"Oh, I'm sure you two could do as well if you had only had more
+practice," said the Candy Rabbit, who was a nice, modest sort of chap.
+
+"Shall we try it again?" asked the Jack, who really thought he was a
+fine jumper.
+
+"There will not be time," said the Bold Tin Soldier. "I can see the sun
+coming up. Soon the store will begin to fill with clerks and shoppers,
+and we must lie as still and quiet as if we never had moved or talked.
+To-morrow night we shall have more fun."
+
+A little later the girls and young ladies who worked at the toy counters
+and shelves came in to get ready for customers.
+
+Soon the people began coming in to look at the toys. The Lamb on Wheels
+stood on the floor just under the counter. She was rather a large lamb,
+over a foot high--that is, she was large for a toy lamb, though of
+course real ones are larger than that when they grow up.
+
+"I wonder if I shall see that nice little girl to-day," thought the
+Lamb, as she heard the hum and buzz of the shoppers. "I hope I may. And
+I hope I get as nice a home as the Sawdust Doll has."
+
+She stood up straight and stiff, on her legs, did the Lamb. Her feet
+were fast to a wooden platform, and under that were wheels, so the Lamb
+could be rolled along from place to place. At night, when no one was
+looking at her, the Lamb could move along on the wheels by herself. But
+now she was very still and quiet, staring straight ahead as the dolls
+stared.
+
+"I wonder what will happen to me to-day," thought the Lamb on Wheels
+again.
+
+Through the toy department came striding a jolly-looking man who, when
+he walked, seemed to swing from side to side.
+
+"What ho!" cried the jolly man, as he stopped at the toy counter. "I
+want to buy something!" he added. "I'm a sailor, just back from a long
+sea voyage, and I have plenty of money! I want to buy a toy!"
+
+"What kind of toy?" asked the girl behind the counter. "We have many
+kinds here," and she smiled at the sailor. He was so jolly no one could
+help smiling at him. "We have Bold Tin Soldiers," went on the girl. "We
+have Calico Clowns, Candy Rabbits, a Monkey on a Stick, and a Lamb on
+Wheels, and lots of things."
+
+"Hum! those are all very nice toys," said the jolly sailor. "But I think
+I'd like to look at the Lamb on Wheels."
+
+"There she is, right in front of you, on the floor," said the girl.
+
+"Oh, ho! So this is the Lamb on Wheels!" cried the jolly sailor as he
+picked her up. "Well, this seems just the toy I want. I'll take her!
+I'll buy this Lamb on Wheels!"
+
+"Oh, dear me!" thought the Lamb, for she knew what was going on, even
+though she dared not move by herself, or speak, "if this sailor buys me
+he'll take me on an ocean trip and I'll be seasick! Oh, dear, this is
+going to be dreadful!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+A HOME ON SHORE
+
+
+The jolly sailor held in his hands the Lamb on Wheels. He looked her
+over carefully, and rubbed her warm, woolly sides. Though his hand was
+not as soft as was that of the little girl who had stroked the Lamb the
+day before, yet the sailor was gentle in his touch.
+
+"Well, I suppose there is no use thinking any longer of having a home
+like the one the Sawdust Doll got, with her little girl mistress to love
+her," said the Lamb on Wheels to herself. "I am to be taken away by this
+sailor--away out to sea. I never could stand sailing, anyhow. Oh, dear!
+why do I have to go?"
+
+"Does she squeak?" asked the sailor of the clerk, as he held the Lamb in
+his hands.
+
+"Oh, no. She isn't that kind of Lamb," answered the clerk, with a laugh.
+"She is just a Lamb on Wheels, and she has real wool on her back and
+sides and legs. She does not squeak or go baa-a-a-a, and if you want her
+to move you have to pull her along."
+
+"Well, I was going to get a Lamb that squeaked," went on the sailor,
+"but I suppose this one will do just as well."
+
+"We have a Calico Clown who bangs his cymbals together when you press on
+his stomach or chest," said the girl. "See this toy! Maybe you would
+like this!"
+
+She picked up the Calico Clown in his gaily colored suit, and, pressing
+on him in the middle, she made him bang his cymbals together.
+
+"That is a jolly toy," said the sailor. "Let me see it."
+
+He took up the Calico Clown, and did as the girl clerk had done.
+
+"Bing! Bang! Bung!" went the cymbals.
+
+"Oh, I hope he buys me," thought the Clown. "I should love to go to sea
+on a ship."
+
+But the sailor appeared to like the Lamb on Wheels best. He took her up
+again, and the Lamb, who had begun to hope that she might not have to go
+to sea, felt sad again.
+
+"I'll take this Lamb on Wheels," said the sailor. "How much is it?" and
+he pulled out his pocketbook, as he tucked the lamb under his arm.
+
+"Oh, I must wrap it up for you," said the girl. "You are not supposed to
+take things from the store unless they are wrapped. I'll get a large
+piece of paper for the Lamb."
+
+And while the clerk was gone the sailor walked about, looking at some
+bicycles and velocipedes at the far end of the toy department. Thus the
+Lamb and her friends were left by themselves for a moment or two, with
+no one to look at them. This was just the chance the Lamb wanted. She
+could talk now.
+
+"Oh, just think of where I am going to be taken!" she said to the Calico
+Clown. "Off to sea!"
+
+"Real jolly, I call it!" said the Clown. "I wish he had picked me for
+the trip."
+
+"And I wish he had taken me," put in the Bold Tin Soldier. "I have
+always longed for a sea trip."
+
+"Well, I wish either of you had gone in my place," said the Lamb on
+Wheels, a bit sadly. "Now I shall never see the Sawdust Doll or the
+White Rocking Horse again."
+
+"You must make the best of it," said the Monkey on a Stick. "I know what
+sailors are--I have heard of them. They like to have monkeys and parrots
+for pets--that is, real ones, not toys such as we are. But sailors are
+kind, I have heard."
+
+But the woolly Lamb only sighed. She felt certain that she would be
+seasick, and no one can have a good time thinking of that.
+
+"Well, if you go on an ocean trip we may never see you again," said the
+Monkey on a Stick. "Ocean travel is very dangerous."
+
+"Nonsense! It isn't anything of the sort!" cried the Calico Clown, and
+he tried to wink at the Monkey from behind a pile of building blocks.
+"The ocean is as safe as the shore. Why, look at the English and French
+dolls," he said, waving his cymbals in the direction of the imported
+toys in the next aisle. "They came over the ocean in a ship, and they
+did not even have a headache. And look at the Japanese dolls--they came
+much farther, over another ocean, too, and their hair was not even
+mussed."
+
+"That's so," said the Lamb, and she felt a little better at hearing
+this.
+
+"You want to keep still--don't scare her!" whispered the Clown to the
+Monkey. "It's bad enough as it is--having her taken away by the sailor.
+Don't make it worse!"
+
+"All right, I won't," said the Monkey. And he began to talk about the
+happier side of an ocean trip; how beautiful the sunset was, and how
+there was never any dust at sea.
+
+Then the sailor came back from having looked at the velocipedes, and the
+girl clerk brought a large sheet of paper. In this the Lamb was wrapped.
+She had a last look at her friends of the toy shelves and counters, and
+then she felt herself being lifted up by the sailor.
+
+Out of the store the sailor carried the Lamb on Wheels. She wished she
+had had time to say good-bye to her friends, but she had not, and she
+must make the best of it.
+
+"At any rate I am going to have adventures, even though they may be on a
+ship, and even though I may be seasick," thought the Lamb. "And perhaps
+I may not be so very ill."
+
+On and on walked the sailor, down this street up another until, after a
+while, he stopped in front of a house.
+
+"This must be the place," he said to himself. "I wonder if Mirabell is
+at home. I'll go in and see."
+
+Up the steps he went and rang the bell. There was a hole in the paper
+wrapped about the Lamb, and through this hole she could look out. She
+saw that she was on the piazza of a fine, large house. There was another
+house next door, and at the window stood a little girl with a doll in
+her arms.
+
+"Gracious goodness!" exclaimed the Lamb on Wheels to herself. "That
+looks just like the Sawdust Doll who used to live in our store! I wonder
+if it could be?"
+
+However she had no further chance to look, for the door opened just
+then, and the sailor went inside the house, carrying the Lamb with him.
+
+"Where's Mirabell?" asked the sailor of the maid who opened the door.
+
+"She is up in the playroom," was the answer. "She has been ill, but she
+is better now."
+
+"So I heard!" went on the jolly sailor. "I brought her something to look
+at. That will help her to get well."
+
+Up to the playroom he went, and no sooner had he opened the door than
+Mirabell, which was the name of the little girl, ran toward him.
+
+"Oh, Uncle Tim!" cried Mirabell, as soon as she saw the jolly sailor,
+"how glad I am to see you!"
+
+"And I'm glad to see you, Mirabell," he laughed. "Look, I have brought
+you something!"
+
+"Is it a monkey, Uncle Tim?" she asked.
+
+"No, Mirabell, it isn't a monkey. It is a woolly Lamb on Wheels. I saw
+it in a toy store and I brought it to you."
+
+"For me--to keep, Uncle Tim?" asked Mirabell, as the sailor took the
+wrapping paper off.
+
+"Yes, for you to keep," was the sailor's answer. "Did you think I would
+be buying a Lamb for myself, to take to sea with me? Ho! Ho! I should
+say not!" he chuckled.
+
+"Oh, how glad I am! And how I shall love this Lamb!" said the little
+girl.
+
+As for the Lamb on Wheels, she was glad and happy, too, when she heard,
+as she did, what the sailor said.
+
+"Oh, I'm to have a home on shore!" thought the Lamb. "I am not going to
+be taken on an ocean voyage at all, and be made seasick. I am to have a
+home on shore!"
+
+And that is just what the toy Lamb had. The jolly sailor, who was
+Mirabell's uncle, had bought the toy for the little girl.
+
+"Do you like the Lamb?" asked Uncle Tim.
+
+"Oh, do I? Well, I just guess I do!" cried Mirabell, and she hugged the
+Lamb in her arms, and rolled her across the floor on her wheels.
+
+"Do you know, Uncle Tim," went on Mirabell, "this is the very same Lamb
+I saw in the store, and wanted so much?"
+
+"No! Is she?" asked the sailor, in surprise.
+
+"The very same one!" declared Mirabell. "I was in the store once with
+Dorothy, the little girl who lives next door. She has a Sawdust Doll
+that came from the same store. And we were there the other day, before I
+was taken ill, and I saw a woolly lamb--this very same one, I'm sure--
+and I wanted it so much! But Mother said I must wait, and I'm glad I
+did, for now you gave it to me."
+
+"Yes, I'm giving you the Lamb for yourself--to keep forever," said the
+sailor. "I wouldn't dream of taking her on a sea voyage with me."
+
+So you see the Lamb need not have been uneasy after all. But of course
+she did not know that when the sailor bought her.
+
+Mirabell stroked the soft wool of her new toy Lamb. She wheeled it
+across the floor again, and the sailor watched her. Then, all of a
+sudden, the door of the playroom was opened with such a bang that it
+struck the Lamb and sent her spinning across the floor, upside down,
+into a corner.
+
+"Oh, Arnold!" cried Mirabell to her brother, who had come in so roughly.
+"Look what you did! You've broken my Lamb on Wheels!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+SLIDING DOWNHILL
+
+
+Arnold, who was a boy about as old as Dick, the brother of Dorothy,
+stopped short after slamming open the playroom door. He looked at his
+sister, then at the Lamb lying upside down in a corner, and then he
+looked at the jolly sailor.
+
+"What did I do?" asked Arnold, who was taken by surprise by the way his
+sister called to him.
+
+"You broke my new toy, the Lamb on Wheels," answered the little girl.
+"Oh, I hope she isn't killed!" and running to the corner, she picked up
+her new toy.
+
+"Oh, I didn't mean to do that," said Arnold, who was sorry enough for
+the accident. "I didn't know you were in here," he went on. "I came to
+get my toy fire engine. I'm going to play with Dick and his express
+wagon. Where'd you get your Lamb on Wheels, Mirabell?"
+
+"Uncle Tim brought her to me," answered the little girl.
+
+Mirabell carefully looked at her plaything. And she was very glad to
+find out that no damage seemed to have been done. None of the four
+wheels was broken, the little wooden platform on which the Lamb stood
+was not splintered, and there was not so much as a bruise on the little
+black nose of the Lamb herself.
+
+"I guess she is so soft and woolly that she didn't get hurt much,"
+Mirabell said, turning the Lamb over and over. "She's so fat and soft--
+like a rubber ball," she added.
+
+"I'm glad of that," said Arnold. "Next time I come into a room I'll look
+near the door to see that there isn't a Lamb behind it"
+
+"That's the boy!" exclaimed Uncle Tim. "And here is something I brought
+for you, Arnold. I didn't buy it in a toy store. It's a little wooden
+puzzle I whittled with my knife out of a bit of wood when I was on the
+ship."
+
+Arnold looked at what Uncle Tim gave him. It was a puzzle, made of some
+wooden rings on a stick, and the trick was to get the rings off the
+stick. Arnold tried and tried but could not do it until his uncle showed
+him how the trick was done. Then it was easy.
+
+"Oh, thank you!" cried the boy, when he had learned how to do the trick
+himself. "I'm going over and show Dick this puzzle. I don't believe he
+can do it. Want to come, Mirabell, and show Dorothy your Lamb on
+Wheels?"
+
+"No, thank you, not now," Arnold's sister answered. "I'm going to get a
+comb and brush and make my Lamb's wool all nice and fluffy. She got all
+mussed when you banged her into the corner."
+
+"I'm sorry," said Arnold again. "Do you want me to brush her off for
+you?"
+
+"I guess not!" laughed Mirabell. "Once you tried to get the tangles and
+snarls out of the hair of one of my dolls, and you 'most pulled her head
+off."
+
+"All right. Then I'll take this puzzle and show it to Dick and Dorothy,"
+decided Arnold.
+
+"Who are Dick and Dorothy?" asked Uncle Tim.
+
+"The little boy and girl who live next door," Mirabell explained.
+"Dorothy has a Sawdust Doll, and Dick has a White Rocking Horse. They
+came from the same store where you got my Lamb on Wheels!"
+
+"Is that so?" cried the jolly sailor. "Well, you'll have to take your
+Lamb over next door and let her meet her toy friends again."
+
+"I'm going to," Dorothy said. "Oh, Uncle Tim, don't you believe Dolls,
+and Lambs, and things like that, really know one another when they
+meet?"
+
+"I shouldn't be a bit surprised if they did," answered the sailor. "You
+take your Lamb over and see if she remembers the Sawdust Doll and the
+White Rocking Horse."
+
+"I will!" promised Mirabell.
+
+And when the Lamb heard this, though just then she dared not move by
+herself or speak, she felt very happy. For, as I have told you, though
+she dared not move when human eyes were looking at her, there was
+nothing to stop her from hearing what was said. The Lamb had ears, and
+what good would they be if she could not hear through them, I'd like to
+know?
+
+"Oh, I am so glad I am going to see the Sawdust Doll and the Rocking
+Horse again," thought the Lamb. "I hope I get a chance to talk to them
+when no one is looking. I want to tell them about their friends that are
+still in the toy store."
+
+While Arnold hurried next door with his toy fire engine, that pumped
+real water, to play with Dick and to show his puzzle, Uncle Tim went
+downstairs to talk to Mirabell's mother. Then Mirabell got her best
+doll's comb and brush, which were just the right size, and not a bit too
+small or too large, and with this comb and brush she smoothed the kinks
+and snarls out of the Lamb's wool.
+
+For when Arnold had opened the door so suddenly, banging the Lamb into a
+corner, though he did not mean to do it, he had tangled the woolly coat
+of the toy.
+
+"But I'll soon smooth it out," thought Mirabell, as she used comb and
+brush. "And I won't hurt you, either, my nice Lamb!"
+
+And Mirabell was so careful that the Lamb never once cried Baa-a! as
+almost any other lamb would do if you pulled her wool.
+
+The little girl had made her Lamb nice and tidy, and she was going
+downstairs, Mirabell was, to see what Uncle Tim was doing, when Arnold
+came back from Dick's house with the toy fire engine and the wooden
+puzzle the sailor had made for him.
+
+"Oh, Mirabell, I know how we can have a lot of fun!" cried Arnold.
+
+"How?" asked the little girl.
+
+"With your new Lamb," went on her brother. "Come on, I'll show you. We
+must go down to the kitchen. It's a new trick. Dick told me about it. He
+did it with an old roller skate."
+
+"What trick is it?" asked Mirabell. "I hope it won't hurt my Lamb."
+
+"No, it'll be a lot of fun," said Arnold. "I told Dick and Dorothy about
+your Lamb, and they want to see her. I guess the Sawdust Doll and the
+Rocking Horse want to see her, too."
+
+"I'll go over to-morrow," promised Mirabell. "Now show me the funny
+trick, Arnold."
+
+The two children went down to the kitchen. There was no one in it just
+then, as the cook was out, and Mother was in the parlor talking to Uncle
+Tim, the sailor.
+
+"First we've got to get the long ironing board," said Arnold.
+
+"What are we going to do with that?" Mirabell asked.
+
+"Make a sliding downhill thing for your Lamb," answered her brother.
+
+"Why, how can you do that?" asked Mirabell. "There isn't any snow now,
+though there was some for Christmas. How can you make a sliding downhill
+thing without snow?"
+
+"Ill show you," Arnold said. "Wait till I get the ironing board."
+
+It was kept in the cellar-way, hanging on a nail, and Arnold went there
+to get it. But the board was so long and heavy that his sister had to
+help him lift it down off the nail.
+
+"We'll put one end up on a chair, and the other end down on the floor,"
+said Arnold. "That will make a sliding downhill place."
+
+"Yes," replied Mirabell, as she saw her brother do this. "But it isn't
+slippery enough for anybody to slide down. You must have snow for a
+hill."
+
+"Not this kind," Arnold answered, with a laugh. "You see your Lamb has
+wheels on her, and she can roll right down the ironing board hill, just
+like Dick made an old roller skate roll down. Look, Mirabell!"
+
+Arnold took the Lamb from his sister's arms and set the toy on the high
+end of the slanting ironing-board hill. And when the Lamb looked down,
+and saw how steep it was, and how long, she said to herself:
+
+"Oh, I'm afraid something dreadful will happen to me! I never coasted
+downhill before, though I have heard some of the sleds and toboggans in
+the toy department speak of it. Oh, he's letting go of me!" she cried to
+herself, as she felt Arnold taking off his hands by which he had been
+holding her at the top of the ironing-board hill. "He's going to let me
+go!"
+
+And let go of the Lamb Arnold did.
+
+"Watch her coast, Mirabell!" he called to his sister.
+
+Slowly at first, the Lamb on Wheels began to roll down the long, smooth,
+sloping board. Then she began to go faster and faster. At the bottom she
+could see the shiny oilcloth on the kitchen floor. Beyond the end of the
+ironing board the kitchen floor stretched out a long way.
+
+"Oh, I feel so queer!" bleated the Lamb as, faster and faster, she slid
+down the ironing-board hill. "Oh, what a strange adventure!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+IN GREAT DANGER
+
+
+"Look, Mirabell!" cried Arnold, pointing to the Lamb as she went down
+the ironing board. "Didn't I tell you she could coast without any snow?"
+
+"Yes, you did, and she really is doing it!" laughed the little girl,
+clapping her hands. "Oh, isn't it nice? I never thought a Lamb could
+coast downhill!"
+
+"I never did, either," said the woolly Lamb to herself. "This is the
+first time I was ever made to do a thing like this, and I hope it will
+be the last! Oh, how fast I am going!"
+
+"It's the wheels on her that make her coast so nice," explained Arnold,
+when the Lamb was half way down the ironing-board hill. "If she didn't
+have them she wouldn't roll down at all. A Sawdust Doll can't do it, nor
+a Rocking Horse. It's got to be something with wheels."
+
+When the Lamb heard this, as, of course, she did hear, having ears, she
+thought to herself:
+
+"Well, maybe this will not be so bad, after all. I can do things, it
+seems, that the Sawdust Doll and Rocking Horse cannot do. Not that I am
+going to be proud, or stuck up," went on the Lamb to herself.
+
+"Oh, look at her go!" cried Dick.
+
+"Yes, but I hope she won't be hurt," said the little girl. "I wouldn't
+want my Lamb on Wheels that Uncle Tim just gave me to be hurt."
+
+"I should say not!" thought the Lamb to herself. "Sliding down ironing-
+board hills may be something not many other toys can do, but I don't
+want anything to happen."
+
+Faster and faster she went, and finally she reached the end of the board
+and came to the smooth oilcloth on the floor. Then the wheels carried
+her across that to the far side of the room, and the Lamb brought up
+with a little bump against the baseboard.
+
+"Oh, I hope she isn't hurt!" cried Mirabell, as she ran to pick up her
+toy.
+
+And the Lamb was all right--there was not even a kink out of place in
+her soft, woolly coat.
+
+So Mirabell and Arnold had fun letting the Lamb on Wheels coast down the
+ironing-board hill. Again and again they gave her a nice, long slide
+across the smooth oilcloth on the kitchen floor.
+
+"Now this is the last," said Mirabell, after a while. "I want to put her
+to sleep."
+
+Once more the Lamb was lifted to the high part of the ironing board and
+allowed to coast down on her wheels. But, alas! this time, just as she
+was rolling over the kitchen floor, one of the wheels hit against
+Arnold's foot. Instead of going in a straight line the Lamb swung off to
+one side. Straight toward the outside door she rolled, and just then
+Susan, the cook, came in from out-of-doors.
+
+Susan held the door open for a moment, and before either Mirabell or
+Arnold could stop the Lamb, out she rolled to the back steps.
+
+"Oh, my Lamb! My Lamb!" cried Mirabell. "She'll break her legs if she
+falls down the steps!"
+
+Down the back steps, bumpity-bump went the Lamb on Wheels. But she did
+not break any of her four legs, I am glad to say.
+
+Just how it happened I do not know, but when Mirabell and Arnold ran out
+to pick up the Lamb on Wheels the children found that the toy was not in
+the least hurt, except, maybe, the wool was ruffled up a little.
+
+"Dear me, what a lot of adventures I am having!" thought the Lamb, as
+Mirabell picked her up. "I wish I could tell the Calico Clown or the
+Bold Tin Soldier something about them. They are quite remarkable, I
+think!"
+
+"Is she hurt?" asked Arnold, as he saw his sister holding her new toy.
+
+"No, she seems to be all right," replied Mirabell. "But I'm not going to
+slide her down the ironing-board hill any more to-day. She must go to
+sleep."
+
+So the board was hung away, and soon the Lamb was put in a little stable
+Mirabell made for her out of a pasteboard box. The stable was set in a
+corner of the playroom, near a little Wooden Lion that had once lived in
+a Noah's Ark. He was the only one of the Ark animals left. Arnold or
+Mirabell had lost all the others.
+
+"Don't be afraid of me! I won't bite you," said the Wooden Lion to the
+Lamb on Wheels, when they were left alone in the playroom. The children
+had gone downstairs to supper with Uncle Tim, and the sailor was telling
+them many jolly stories of the sea.
+
+"Oh, I'm not afraid of you," said the Lamb on Wheels to the Wooden Lion.
+"I am much larger than you, even if you are like the jungle animals."
+
+"It isn't my fault that I am small," said the Wooden Lion, a little
+crossly, the Lamb thought. "I had to be made that way to fit in the Ark.
+You ought to see the Elephant. He isn't much larger than myself!"
+
+"Did he have on roller skates?" asked the Lamb.
+
+"Roller skates!" exclaimed the Wooden Lion. "Why! who ever heard of such
+a thing? A Noah's Ark Elephant on roller skates! The idea!"
+
+"Oh, you needn't get so excited," said the Lamb, as she wiggled her
+short tail the least bit. "In the toy store, where I came from, we had
+an Elephant who put on roller skates and raced with a White Rocking
+Horse."
+
+"I wish I could have seen that," said the little Wooden Lion. "It must
+have been funny."
+
+"It was," said the Lamb on Wheels. "The Elephant wanted to race with me,
+after the Horse was taken away. But I was sold, too, and brought here."
+
+"I am glad to see you," said the Noah's Ark Lion. "I have been quite
+lonesome. There used to be a number of us--there was a Tiger, a Camel, a
+Monkey, a Hippopotamus, and, oh! ever so many others, besides the
+Elephant. But we are all scattered. I am the only one left. Tell me,
+were you ever in a Noah's Ark?"
+
+"I never was," admitted the Lamb. "Is it nice?"
+
+"Well, yes, only it's a bit crowded," answered the Wooden Lion. "But it
+has to be that way, I suppose. I like it better in this playroom, as I
+can move about more. But still I was lonesome until you came. Let us be
+friends, and tell each other our adventures."
+
+So the Lamb told of the fun she had had in the toy store with the Bold
+Tin Soldier, the Calico Clown, and the others. She told of having been
+taken away by the jolly sailor, and how afraid she was that she would be
+seasick.
+
+"But it was all right when I found he was bringing me to a home on shore
+with Mirabell," said the Lamb. Then she told of her slide down the
+ironing board.
+
+"Now I will tell you some of the things that happened to me," said the
+Wooden Lion. So he related his adventures--how once he and the other
+animals had been jumbled together and piled into the Ark.
+
+"And then, all of a sudden, that boy Arnold took the Ark and dropped it
+in the bathtub full of water, with all us animals inside!" said the
+Lion.
+
+"Good gracious! why did he do that?" asked the Lamb, in surprise.
+
+"Oh, he said he was pretending there was another flood, and he wanted to
+see if any of us could swim," the Lion answered.
+
+"Could you?" the Lamb wanted to know.
+
+"Well, those of us who couldn't swim could float, so none of us was
+drowned," the Lion answered. "Only being soaked in the water, as I was,
+made some of the paint come off my tail. I really haven't been the same
+Lion since," he added, with a sorrowful sigh.
+
+"That is too bad," said the Lamb sympathetically.
+
+"Of course Arnold was smaller than he is now, and he was not so kind to
+his toys as he has since learned to be," resumed the Wooden Lion. "He
+really meant no harm. But, as I say, I am the only one of the Noah's Ark
+animals left, and really I am very glad to have you to talk to."
+
+The two new friends spent some time together telling each other their
+different adventures, and then, suddenly, the door of the playroom
+opened and Mirabell came in.
+
+"Hush! Not another word!" said the Wooden Lion in a whisper.
+
+"Well, I guess my Lamb has slept long enough," said Mirabell, picking up
+her new toy. "I'll have some fun with her before I go to bed."
+
+She petted her Lamb, and took off the blue ribbon from the woolly
+creature's neck.
+
+"I must smooth it out and tie a better bow," said Mirabell. "It got all
+mussed when you slid down the ironing board."
+
+So Mirabell played with her Lamb until it was time for the little girl
+to go to bed. Uncle Tim came up to see Mirabell and Arnold to say good-
+bye, for he was going on a sea voyage.
+
+"And bring me a parrot when you come back!" begged Arnold.
+
+"Would you like a monkey, Mirabell?" asked the jolly sailor.
+
+"No, thank you," she answered. "A monkey is nice, but he might pull the
+wool off my Lamb."
+
+"That's so--he might!" laughed the jolly sailor. "Well, good-bye,
+Mirabell, Arnold, and the Lamb on Wheels."
+
+Then Uncle Tim went away and the children went to bed, while the Lamb on
+Wheels was put in the pasteboard box stable, near the Wooden Lion. And
+in the night they played together and had a fine time.
+
+The Lamb on Wheels, in the days that followed, began to feel quite at
+home in Mirabell's house, and she liked her little girl mistress better
+and better, for Mirabell was very kind.
+
+"Some day, when it gets warmer, I'll take my Lamb over to Dorothy's
+house and let her see the Sawdust Doll," said Mirabell to her brother.
+
+"And I'll take my fire engine over and I'll ride on Dick's Rocking
+Horse," said Arnold. "But it is so cold now the water in my engine might
+freeze if I took it over to Dick's house."
+
+"Yes, it is cold," agreed Mirabell. "I guess I'll take my Lamb down to
+the sitting room, where there's a fire on the hearth."
+
+"I'll come too," said Arnold. "I'll bring my little fire engine."
+
+Soon the two children were having a good time with their toys in front
+of the fireplace in the sitting room. On the hearth blazed a snapping,
+crackling warm fire of logs.
+
+"Now you can get nice and warm," said Mirabell to her Lamb, as she set
+her down close to the fireplace. "You stay here and get warm, and I'll
+go and ask Susan for some cookies to eat."
+
+Arnold also went to the kitchen with his sister, and when the two
+children came back to the sitting room they saw a dreadful sight. A
+spark had popped out from the hearth and set fire to a piece of paper on
+the floor near the Lamb on Wheels.
+
+"Oh, she'll burn! My Lamb on Wheels will burn!" cried Mirabell, as she
+rushed forward.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+DOWN THE COAL HOLE
+
+
+Mirabell and Arnold had been told to be very careful whenever they
+played in the sitting room, if a fire were burning on the open hearth.
+But, for the moment, the little girl forgot about this. All she thought
+of was that her Lamb on Wheels might be burned by the blazing paper,
+which had been set on fire by a spark popping out from the blazing logs
+on the hearth.
+
+"Oh, my Lamb! My poor Lamb!" cried Mirabell.
+
+"Look out!" shouted Arnold. "Don't go too close!"
+
+"Why not?" asked his sister. "I have to get my Lamb on Wheels away from
+the fire!"
+
+"No, you mustn't!" Arnold said. "Your dress might catch on fire!"
+
+The piece of paper was burning on the wide brick hearth of the
+fireplace, and not on the carpet, and the Lamb was close to the piece of
+paper that was on fire. Altogether too close to the fire was the Lamb.
+She was in great danger.
+
+"But I've got to save her! I must save my pet Lamb!" cried Mirabell. She
+was going to rush forward, but her brother caught hold of her and held
+her back.
+
+"Wait!" cried Arnold. "I can put out the fire and save your Lamb."
+
+"How!"
+
+"With my fire engine! It has real water in it, and I'll pump some on the
+paper and save your Lamb from burning up. Watch me, Mirabell, but don't
+go near the blaze!"
+
+The piece of paper, close to the Lamb on Wheels, was now sending up a
+bright blaze. It would have been pretty if it had not been so dangerous.
+
+Arnold quickly wheeled his fire engine as close to the blazing paper as
+he felt it was safe to go. The engine had a little pump on it, as I have
+told you, and it spurted out real water, with which it was now filled.
+
+"Toot! Toot! I'm a fireman, and I'm going to put out a real fire!" cried
+Arnold.
+
+He pressed back the little catch that held the pump from working. There
+was a whirring sound as the wheels spun around, and then the little
+rubber hose on the pump of the engine filled with water.
+
+A moment later a small stream spurted out, and Arnold aimed it right for
+the piece of blazing paper. The water fell in a small shower on the
+fire, and then with a hiss and spluttering, and sending up a cloud of
+smoke, the paper stopped burning.
+
+"Toot! Toot! The fire is out!" cried the boy, making believe blow his
+engine whistle. "Now your Lamb is saved, Mirabell."
+
+"Oh, I'm so glad! Thank you, Arnold!" exclaimed his sister.
+
+She ran forward and picked up her Lamb on Wheels. And, I am glad to say,
+the wool was not even scorched, not the least, tiny bit.
+
+"Oh, she's all right! She's all right! My Lamb isn't hurt a bit,
+Arnold," cried Mirabell.
+
+"I told you I'd save her," said the boy. "But you mustn't ever run near
+a fire yourself, Mirabell. Wait for me to put it out with my engine.
+That's what fire engines and fire departments are for."
+
+"Dear me! that came near being a terrible adventure for me," thought the
+Lamb on Wheels, as Mirabell carried her back from the fireplace. "In
+another minute I would have been all ablaze from that paper, and wool
+does burn so fast!"
+
+When the Lamb had been saved, the mother of the two children came into
+the sitting room.
+
+"What is burning?" she cried. "Have you been playing with fire?"
+
+"No, Mother," answered Arnold, and he told what had happened.
+
+As the days passed Mirabell came to love her Lamb on Wheels more and
+more. Sometimes the little girl would tie a string to the wooden
+platform, on which her toy stood, and pull the Lamb around the house, as
+Arnold used to pull his little express wagon.
+
+"I like to ride that way," thought the Lamb. "It is much more fun than
+it would be to be crowded into a Noah's Ark like the Wooden Lion and
+thrown into the flooded bathtub."
+
+The Lamb was wishing Mirabell would take her next door, to see the
+Sawdust Doll, but, as it happened, Dorothy was ill, and it was not
+thought best for Mirabell to go in for a few days. However, Mirabell
+could look from her windows over to those in the house where Dick and
+Dorothy lived. And though Dorothy was too ill to be out of bed, Dick was
+not.
+
+Dick would stand at the window in his house, and Mirabell and Arnold
+would stand at the window in their front room, and look across. The
+children waved to one another, and Dick would hold up the head of his
+Rocking Horse for Mirabell and Arnold to see.
+
+Once Mirabell held up her Lamb on Wheels at the same time that Dick had
+his Rocking Horse close to the window, and the two toys saw each other
+for the first time since they had been separated.
+
+"Oh, there is my old friend, the White Rocking Horse!" thought the Lamb
+on Wheels. "How I wish I could talk to him."
+
+The Horse wished the same thing, and he even thought perhaps he might
+get a chance to run over some evening after dark and talk to the Lamb.
+But the doors of both houses were locked each night, and though the
+Horse and Lamb could roam about and seem to come to life when no one was
+watching them, they could not unlock doors. So they had to be content to
+look at each other through the windows.
+
+"I wish I could see the Sawdust Doll," thought the Lamb, when she had
+looked over at the Horse one day. "I'd like to speak to her."
+
+There came a few days of bright sunshine, when the weather was not so
+cold. One afternoon Arnold said to Mirabell:
+
+"I'm going to take my little express wagon out on the sidewalk in front
+of the house. Why don't you bring out your Lamb?"
+
+"I will, if Mother will let me," said Mirabell.
+
+And Mother did. Soon the two children were running up and down in front
+of the house, Mirabell pulling her Lamb along by a string, and Arnold
+pretending to be an expressman with his wagon.
+
+"Oh, there comes a man to put some coal in Dorothy's house!" called
+Arnold, as a big wagon, drawn by two strong horses, stopped in front of
+the place where the Sawdust Doll and the White Rocking Horse lived.
+"Let's go down and watch!" he said.
+
+"All right," agreed Mirabell. So she pulled her Lamb on Wheels down the
+sidewalk, and Arnold hauled his express wagon along.
+
+At Dorothy's house the coal bin was partly under the pavement, and to
+put in coal a round, iron cover was lifted up from a hole in the
+sidewalk, and the coal was dumped through this hole. As the children
+watched, and as Dorothy, who was now better, stood at the window with
+her brother Dick, also looking on, the coal man took the cover off the
+hole in the sidewalk, so he could dump the black lumps through the
+opening into the bin.
+
+"I wouldn't want to fall down there!" said Mirabell to her brother.
+
+"I should say not!" exclaimed Arnold. "You'd get all black!"
+
+The coal man, after opening the large, round hole in the sidewalk,
+climbed back on his wagon to shovel off his load. And just then Carlo,
+the dog belonging to Dorothy, ran barking out of the side entrance of
+the house where he lived. Carlo always became excited when coal was
+being put in the sidewalk hole.
+
+"Bow-wow! Wow!" barked Carlo.
+
+"Look out you don't fall down the hole!" cried Mirabell.
+
+Just then Carlo gave a jump around behind the little girl, and, somehow
+or other, he became entangled in the string that was tied on the Lamb.
+
+"Look out, Carlo! Look out!" cried Mirabell. "Be careful or you'll break
+my Lamb's string!"
+
+But Carlo was not careful. He did not mean to make trouble, but he did.
+He barked and growled and jumped around until his legs were all tangled
+up in the cord.
+
+"Oh, look!" suddenly cried Arnold. "Look at your Lamb!"
+
+And, as he spoke, Carlo gave a big jump to get the tangling string off
+his legs. The string broke, but, as it did so, the Lamb started to roll
+toward the open coal hole. And, at the same moment, the driver of the
+wagon began shoveling some of the black lumps down the opening.
+
+"Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried Mirabell.
+
+And then the white, woolly Lamb on Wheels rolled across the sidewalk,
+and disappeared down into the dark coal hole!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+THE LAMB CARRIED AWAY
+
+
+Mirabell and Arnold were so surprised for a moment at what had happened
+that they could only stand, looking at the hole in the sidewalk down
+which the Lamb on Wheels had fallen. Carlo, the fuzzy little dog, seemed
+to know he had done something wrong in getting tangled in the string,
+breaking it off, and so sending the Lamb wheeling along until she slid
+into the coal hole. And the dog gave a howl and ran back toward the
+house, having finally managed to get his legs loose from the cord.
+
+"Bow-wow!" barked Carlo, as he ran.
+
+Perhaps he feared that he, too, might slip down that black, dark hole
+which led into the coal bin of Dorothy's house. Then as Mirabell and
+Arnold stood, looking with wide-opened eyes at the place where they had
+last seen the Lamb, the man on the wagon threw another shovelful of coal
+down the hole.
+
+"Wait a minute! Stop! Oh, please stop!" begged Mirabell.
+
+"Whut's dat? Whut's de mattah?" asked the coal-wagon driver.
+
+He was a colored man, and that was the very best shade for him, I think.
+No matter how much coal dust got on his face and hands it never showed.
+
+"Her little Lamb fell down the coal hole," explained Arnold. "Carlo got
+tangled in the string, it broke and she fell down the hole. Don't throw
+any more coal on her until we get her out."
+
+"Does you-all mean dat Carlo fell down de hole?" asked the colored coal-
+wagon driver.
+
+"No, Carlo is a dog," explained Mirabell. "He got tangled up in my
+Lamb's string, and she fell down the hole. I haven't named my Lamb yet.
+She's on wheels."
+
+"On wheels?" cried the man. "A Lamb on Wheels? Well, I 'clar to goodness
+dat's de fustest time I ebber done heah ob a t'ing laikdat!"
+
+"Oh, she isn't a real, live lamb," explained Mirabell. "She's a toy,
+woolly one from the store, and my Uncle Tim, who's a sailor, gave her to
+me."
+
+"Well now, honey, I suah is sorry to heah dat!" said the colored man.
+"Your toy Lamb down de coal hole! Dat is too bad!"
+
+"Can we get her out?" asked Arnold. "I'll crawl down the hole and get
+the Lamb if you won't throw any more coal."
+
+"Oh, I won't frow any mo' coal--not fo' a while--not when I knows whut
+de trouble is," said the kind-hearted driver. "But I doan believe, mah
+li'l man, dat you'd better go down de coal hole."
+
+At that moment the door of Dorothy's house opened, and her mother came
+out on the porch.
+
+"What is it, Mirabell?" she asked. "What has happened?" She saw the
+children from next door talking to the coal driver, and she wondered at
+it.
+
+"Oh, my Lamb is down the coal hole!" said Mirabell.
+
+"Oh, that's too bad!" exclaimed Dorothy's mother. "I saw you holding a
+toy Lamb up to the window, before Dorothy was taken ill. How did your
+toy get down the coal hole?"
+
+Mirabell and Arnold told by turns, and the driver said:
+
+"I suah is sorry, lady. But it w'an't mahfaulta-tall!"
+
+"I know it wasn't," said Dorothy's mother. "But do you think you could
+get the little girl's Lamb's back?"
+
+"Well, dat coal hole isn't so very big," was the answer, as the driver
+scratched his kinky head. "But I might squeeze mahse'f down in it."
+
+"Oh, I think a better way would be to go down in our cellar, crawl over
+the bin, and get the Lamb that way," Dorothy's mother said.
+
+"Yes-sum, I could do it dat way!" the colored man said. "I'se been down
+in yo' cellar befo'. I'll get de Lamb on Wheels."
+
+Dorothy's mother waited on the front porch, and Mirabell and Arnold
+waited on the sidewalk near the coal hole. A little while after the
+colored man had gone in the side entrance, through the cellar and into
+the coal bin, the two children heard him calling, as if from the ground
+beneath them.
+
+"I got de Lamb!" said the driver, in a voice that sounded far-off and
+rumbly. "Watch out, now! I'se gwine to frow it up de hole!"
+
+"All right!" said Arnold. "I'll catch her!"
+
+"No, don't throw my Lamb!" objected Mirabell. "She might fall on the
+sidewalk and break."
+
+"All right--den I'll HAND her up out ob de hole," called the colored
+man, who was now in the partly filled bin under the sidewalk. "Watch out
+fo' her!"
+
+Mirabell and Arnold could hear him walking around on the coal under the
+sidewalk. In another half minute a black hand was thrust up through the
+hole, and in the hand was a white, woolly Lamb on Wheels. Wait a minute!
+Did I say white? Well, I meant to have said a BLACK Lamb.
+
+For Mirabell's white, clean Lamb on Wheels was now covered with black
+coal dust.
+
+"Oh, that isn't my Lamb on Wheels at all!" cried Mirabell, and there
+were real tears in her eyes as her brother took the coal-dust covered
+toy from the colored man's hand. "That isn't my Lamb at all!"
+
+"Oh, yes, it must be, Mirabell," said Dorothy's mother. "No other Lamb
+has fallen down the coal hole."
+
+"But my Lamb was WHITE, and this one is BLACK," sobbed the little girl.
+
+"Well, bring her in here and we'll wash her nice and clean and white
+again," said Dorothy's mother. "Bring your Lamb in, Mirabell. Dorothy is
+better now, though she cannot be out yet, and she will be glad to see
+you. Come in and I'll wash your Lamb!"
+
+"And I certainly do need a bath!" thought the Lamb to herself, when she
+heard this talk. She could look down at her legs and see how black they
+were. "Oh, what a terrible adventure it is to fall into a coal hole! I
+wonder what will happen next!"
+
+And she soon found out. For when the colored man had come out of the
+cellar, and was again shoveling the coal down the hole, Mirabell and
+Arnold took the black Lamb on Wheels into Dorothy's house. Dorothy and
+her brother Dick were glad to see the children from next door.
+
+"Now to give Mirabell's Lamb a bath," said Dorothy's mother.
+
+"I wonder if I'll be put in the bathtub, as the Wooden Lion was,"
+thought the Lamb.
+
+And she was, though she was not dipped all the way in, for fear of
+spoiling the wooden, wheeled platform on which she stood. With a nail
+brush and some soap and water, Dorothy's mother scrubbed the coal dust
+out of the Lamb's wool.
+
+"There, she is nice and clean again," said Dorothy's mother, as she held
+the Lamb on Wheels up for the four children to see.
+
+"But she is all wet!" cried Mirabell.
+
+"I'll set her down by the warm stove in the kitchen, and she will soon
+dry," said the mother of Dick and Dorothy.
+
+"And I'll put my Sawdust Doll down there with the Lamb so she won't be
+lonesome," said Dorothy.
+
+And then the four children played games in the sitting room, while
+waiting for the Lamb to dry. And as Mary, the cook, was not in the
+kitchen just then, the Lamb and the Sawdust Doll were left alone
+together for a time.
+
+"Oh, my dear, how glad I am to see you again!" exclaimed the Sawdust
+Doll when they were alone. "But, tell me! what happened? You are soaking
+wet!"
+
+"Yes, it's very terrible!" bleated the Lamb. "I fell down a coal hole
+and had a bath!"
+
+Then she told her different adventures, and the Sawdust Doll told hers,
+so the two toys had a nice time together. Soon the warm fire made the
+Lamb nice and dry and fluffy again. And she was as clean as when jolly
+Uncle Tim, the sailor, had bought her in the store.
+
+"How is the White Booking Horse?" asked the Lamb of the Doll, when they
+had finished telling each other their adventures.
+
+"Oh, he's just fine!" exclaimed the Sawdust Doll. "Did you hear about
+his broken leg, how he went to the Toy Hospital, and how he scared away
+some burglars by kicking one downstairs?"
+
+"No, I never heard all that news," said the Lamb. "Please tell me," and
+the Sawdust Doll did. Then the two toys had to stop talking together as
+Mirabell, Arnold, Dorothy and Dick came into the kitchen.
+
+"Oh, now my Lamb is all nice again!" cried Mirabell, when she saw her
+toy. "Oh, I am so glad."
+
+"So am I," said Dorothy.
+
+For many days Mirabell had jolly good times with her Lamb on Wheels.
+Sometimes the Lamb was taken to Dorothy's house, and then there was a
+chance for the woolly toy to talk to the Sawdust Doll and the White
+Rocking Horse.
+
+And one day the Lamb had another strange adventure.
+
+Mirabell had been out in the street near Dorothy's house drawing her
+Lamb up and down by means of a string. And Mirabell kept watch to see
+that Carlo did not run along and get tangled in the string. The little
+girl also made sure that no sidewalk coal holes were open. She did not
+want the Lamb to fall into another one.
+
+"Oh, Mirabell, come over here a minute!" called Dorothy to her friend.
+"Mother got me a new trunk for my Sawdust Doll's things."
+
+"Oh, I want to see it!" cried Mirabell, and she was in such a hurry that
+she let go of the string by which she had been by herself on the
+sidewalk for a little way, and finally rolled out toward the gutter. For
+once in her life Mirabell forgot all about her toy. pulling her Lamb.
+The Lamb rolled along
+
+[Illustration: Lamb On Wheels Tells Sawdust Doll of Her Troubles]
+
+And while Mirabell was looking at the new trunk for the Sawdust Doll's
+clothes, a big dog came running along the street. He saw the white,
+woolly Lamb near the curbstone.
+
+"Oh, ho! Maybe that is good to eat!" thought the dog. And before the
+Lamb on Wheels could say a word, that dog just picked her up in his
+mouth and carried her away as a mother cat carries her little ones. Yes,
+the big dog carried away the Lamb on Wheels!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+SAILING DOWN THE BROOK
+
+
+The Lamb on Wheels was so frightened when the dog took her up in his
+mouth that she did not know what to do. If she could, she would have
+rolled away as fast as a toy railroad train, such a train as Arnold and
+Dick played with. But the dog had the Lamb in his mouth before she knew
+what was happening.
+
+Besides, across the street was a man, and, as he happened to be looking
+at the Lamb, of course she dared not make believe come to life and
+trundle along as she sometimes did in the toy store. It was against the
+rules, you know, for any of the toys to do anything by themselves when
+any human eyes saw them. And so the Lamb had to let herself be carried
+away by the dog.
+
+Now you might think that when the man saw the dog run away with the Lamb
+on Wheels in his mouth the man would have stopped the dog. But the man
+was thinking of something else. He was looking for a certain house, and
+he had forgotten the number, and he was thinking so much about that, and
+other things, that he never gave the Lamb a second thought.
+
+He did see the dog take her away, but maybe he imagined it was only some
+game the children were playing with the toy and the dog, for Mirabell
+and Dorothy were there on the street, in plain sight.
+
+But as the two little girls were just then thinking of the new trunk for
+the Sawdust Doll, neither of them thought of the Lamb, and they did not
+see the dog take her.
+
+"Oh, what a nice trunk!" said Mirabell to Dorothy.
+
+"I'm glad you like it," said Dorothy. She had her Sawdust Doll in her
+arms, and, as it happened, the Doll saw the dog running away with the
+Lamb on Wheels in his mouth.
+
+"Oh! Oh! Oh, dear me! That is dreadful!" said the Sawdust Doll to
+herself. "Oh, the poor Lamb! What will happen to her?"
+
+Away ran the dog with the Lamb on Wheels in his mouth down the street,
+over a low fence, and soon he was in the vacant lots where the weeds
+grew high. And then, as there were no human eyes in the vacant lots to
+see her, the Lamb thought it time to do something. She began to wiggle
+her legs, though she could not get them loose from the platform with
+wheels on, and she cried out:
+
+"Baa! Baa! Baa!"
+
+"Hello there! what's the matter?" barked the dog, and it made his nose
+tickle to have the Lamb, whom he was carrying in his teeth, give that
+funny Baa! sound in his mouth.
+
+"Matter? Matter enough I should say!" exclaimed the Lamb on Wheels. "Why
+are you carrying me away like this, you very bad dog?"
+
+For, being a toy, she could talk animal language as well as her own, and
+the dog could understand and talk it, too.
+
+"Why am I carrying you away?" asked the dog. "Because I am hungry, of
+course."
+
+"But I am not good to eat," bleated the Lamb. "I am mostly made of wood,
+though my wheels are of iron. Of course I have real wool on outside, but
+inside I am only stuffed."
+
+"Dear me! is that so?" asked the dog, opening his mouth and putting the
+Lamb down amid a clump of weeds in the vacant lot.
+
+"Yes, it's just as true as I'm telling you," went on the Lamb. "I am
+only a toy, though when no human eyes look at me I can move around and
+talk, as can all of us toys. But I am not good to eat."
+
+"No, I think you're right about that," said the dog, after smelling of
+the Lamb. For that is how dogs tell whether or not a thing is good to
+eat--by smelling it.
+
+"You looked so natural," went on the dog, "that I thought you were a
+real little Lamb. That's why I carried you off when that little girl
+left you and ran away. I'm sorry if I hurt you."
+
+"No, you didn't hurt me, but you have carried me a long way from my
+home," the Lamb said. "I don't know how I am ever going to get back to
+Mirabell."
+
+"Can't you roll along to her on your wheels?" asked the dog. "I haven't
+time now to carry you back."
+
+"Not very well," the Lamb answered. "It is very rough going in this lot,
+full of weeds and stones. I can easily roll myself along on a smooth
+floor, in the toy shop or at Mirabell's home. But it is too hard here."
+
+"Ill leave you here now," barked the dog, "and when it gets dark I'll
+come and get you. I'll carry you back to the porch of the house, from in
+front of which I carried you off. Then you can roll in and get back to
+Mirabell, as you call her. Shall I do that?"
+
+"Well, I suppose that would be a good plan," the Lamb said. "I don't
+exactly like being carried in your teeth, but there is no help for it."
+
+"Then I'll do that," promised the dog. "I'll come back here and get you
+after dark. You'll be all right here in the tall weeds."
+
+"I suppose so," replied the Lamb. "Though I shall be lonesome."
+
+"Please forgive me for causing you all this trouble," went on the dog.
+"I never would have done it if I had known you were a toy. And now I'll
+run along and come back to-night. I hear a dog friend of mine calling
+me."
+
+Another dog, at the farther end of the lot, was barking, and the Lamb
+crouched deeper down in the weeds.
+
+"Dear me! this surely is an adventure," said the Lamb on Wheels to
+herself, as she was left alone. "Being taken away in a rag bag, as the
+Sawdust Doll was, couldn't be any worse than this. And though none of my
+legs is broken, as was one of the White Rocking Horse's, still I am
+almost as badly off, for I dare not move. I wonder what will happen to
+me next!"
+
+It was not long before something did happen. As the Lamb stood on her
+wheels and wooden platform among the weeds, all at once two boys came
+along. They were looking for some fun.
+
+"Oh, look!" cried a big boy. "There's a little white poodle dog over in
+the weeds!" and he pointed to the Lamb, whose white coat was easily seen
+amid the green leaves.
+
+"Oh, we can have some fun with it!" said the little boy. "Let's call
+it."
+
+So they whistled and called to the white object they thought was a dog,
+but the Lamb did not move. Of course she couldn't, while the boys were
+looking at her.
+
+"That's funny!" said the big boy. "What do you think is the matter with
+that dog? It doesn't come to us."
+
+"Let's go up and see," said the smaller lad.
+
+Together they tramped through the weeds until they were close to the
+toy. Then the big boy cried out:
+
+"Why, it isn't a dog at all! It's a Lamb on Wheels!"
+
+"So it is!" said the little boy. "But I know how we can have some fun
+with it, just the same!"
+
+"How?" asked the big boy.
+
+"We can play Noah's Ark over in the brook," explained the small boy.
+"There are some boards over there. I was making a raft of them the other
+day. We can make another raft now, and we can get on and sail down the
+brook. And we can take the Lamb on board with us and make believe we're
+in a Noah's Ark and that there's a flood and all like that! Won't that
+be fun?"
+
+"Yes, I guess it will," said the big boy. "Come on! I'll carry the
+Lamb."
+
+So, picking up the toy and tucking it under his arm, he led the way to
+the brook, which ran through the vacant lots. It was a nice brook, not
+too deep, and wide enough to sail boats on.
+
+"Now we'll make the raft," said the smaller boy, as they came to a place
+on the bank of the brook where there were some boards and planks.
+
+The big boy set the Lamb down near the water and then the two lads began
+to make a raft. A raft is like the big, wide, flat boat, without any
+house or cabin on it. It did not take long to make it.
+
+"All aboard!" cried the big boy, when the raft had been finished. "All
+aboard! Come on!" He picked up the Lamb again, and walked out on the
+raft. The smaller boy went with his chum. With long poles, cut from a
+near-by tree, the boys shoved the raft out into the middle of the brook.
+
+"Now we're a Noah's Ark!" laughed the small boy, "and we have one animal
+with us--a woolly Lamb on Wheels!"
+
+And down the brook Mirabell's toy went sailing with the two boys on the
+raft.
+
+"This is certainly surprising!" thought the Lamb. "I was bought by a
+sailor, and here I am making a voyage! I hope I shall not be seasick!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+ON A LOAD OF WOOD
+
+
+Now while the Lamb on Wheels was being carried away by the dog, and
+after she had been dropped in the lot, where she was picked up by the
+boys and put on a Noah's Ark raft--while all this was happening to the
+toy, Mirabell, the little girl who owned the Lamb, was almost heart-
+broken. After she had admired the trunk Dorothy had had given to her for
+the Sawdust Doll, Mirabell ran back to get her pet toy.
+
+"Oh, where is my Lamb on Wheels?" cried Mirabell, looking up and down
+the street. "Where is she?"
+
+"Where did you leave her?" asked Dorothy, who had gone back with her
+friend.
+
+"I left the Lamb right here by the fence," answered Mirabell. "She had a
+string on. I was pulling her along the sidewalk, and when you called me
+I let go the string and ran. Oh, where is my nice Lamb?"
+
+"Maybe Dick took the Lamb," suggested Dorothy to Mirabell, when they had
+looked up and down the street, in front of and behind the fence, and
+even in the yard, and had not found the toy. "Dick sometimes takes my
+things and hides them just for fun," Dorothy said.
+
+"Or Arnold, maybe," added Mirabell.
+
+Just then Dick and Arnold came out of Mirabell's house, each with a
+slice of bread and jam, and there was some jam around their mouths, too,
+showing that they had each taken a bite from their slices of bread.
+
+"Oh, Arnold, did you take my Lamb!" cried Mirabell.
+
+"Or did you take it, Dick?" asked his sister.
+
+"Nope!" answered both boys, speaking at the same time.
+
+"But where is she?" asked the little girl over and over again. "Where is
+my Lamb on Wheels?"
+
+"Oh, I know!" suddenly cried Dick.
+
+"I thought you said you didn't!" exclaimed his sister. "You said you and
+Arnold didn't hide her away."
+
+"Neither did we," went on Dick. "But I think I know where she is, just
+the same."
+
+"Where?" asked Arnold, as he finished the last of his bread and jam,
+having given his sister a bite, while Dick gave Dorothy some. "Where is
+the Lamb on Wheels?" asked Arnold.
+
+"Down in our cellar!" went on Dick. "Don't you remember how she rolled
+down there once, when the man was putting in coal? Maybe she's there
+again."
+
+"Oh, let's look!" cried Mirabell.
+
+So the children ran to Dorothy's mother, who said she would have
+Patrick, the gardener, look down in the coal bin for the lost Lamb on
+Wheels.
+
+But of course the Lamb on Wheels was not in Dorothy's cellar, and
+Mirabell felt worse than ever.
+
+"I guess some one must have come along the street when you weren't
+looking, Mirabell," said Dorothy's mother, "and carried your Lamb away."
+
+"I--I guess so," sobbed Mirabell. "Oh, but I wish I had her back. Uncle
+Tim gave her to me, and now he is away far out on the ocean! Oh, dear!"
+and the little girl felt very bad indeed.
+
+She did not give up the search, and Dorothy, Dick and Arnold also
+helped. They looked in the two yards, across the street, and in other
+places, but the Lamb could not be found.
+
+[Illustration: The Boys Leave Lamb on Wheels on the Raft]
+
+The reason Mirabell could not find her toy, as you and I know very well,
+was because the Lamb on Wheels was riding down the brook on a raft with
+the two boys.
+
+At first the Lamb was much frightened when she looked over the edge of
+the flat boat of planks and boards, and saw water on all sides of her.
+
+"I really must be at sea, as that jolly sailor was," thought the Lamb.
+"I am on a voyage at last! Oh, I hope I shall not be seasick! Oh, how
+wet the ocean is!" she thought, as some water splashed up near her, when
+the little boy shoved the raft along with his pole.
+
+The Lamb, not knowing any better, thought the brook was the big ocean.
+But as the raft sailed on down and down and did not upset and as the
+Lamb grew less frightened and was not made ill, she began to feel better
+about it.
+
+"Perhaps I am more of a sailor than I thought," she said to herself. "I
+never knew I would be brave enough to go to sea. I wish the Bold Tin
+Soldier and the Calico Clown could see me now. I'm sure they never had
+an adventure like this!"
+
+So the Lamb on Wheels stood on her wooden platform in the middle of the
+raft and looked at the water of the brook. Now and then little waves
+splashed over the edge of the raft, but only a little water got on the
+toy, and that did not harm her.
+
+"Isn't this fun!" cried the little boy who had first thought of playing
+Noah's Ark with the raft.
+
+"It is packs of fun!" agreed the older boy. "Let's make believe we are
+going on a long voyage."
+
+So the raft went on and on down the brook, and the Lamb on Wheels was
+having a fine ride.
+
+"Though I wish some of the toys were here with me," she thought to
+herself. "I wonder if the Sawdust Doll would get seasick if she were on
+board here. I don't believe the Bold Tin Soldier would, and the Calico
+Clown would be trying to think of new jokes and riddles, so I don't
+believe he would be ill. But I wonder what is going to happen to me?
+What will be the end of this adventure?"
+
+The two boys poled their raft down to a broader part of the brook, where
+it flowed at the bottom of a garden. At the upper end of the garden was
+a large house, and not far away was another house. The Lamb on Wheels
+could see the houses from where she stood on the raft, and she wondered
+if any little boys or girls lived in them.
+
+"Having adventures is all right," thought the Lamb, "but one can have
+too many of them. I have been on a voyage long enough, I believe. I wish
+I could get back home to Mirabell."
+
+A few minutes after that the big boy cried:
+
+"Oh, come on, Jimmie! There's Tom and Harry! We can have a game of
+ball," and he pointed to some boys who were running around the lots,
+through which the brook was now flowing.
+
+"What shall we do with the Lamb?" asked the small boy.
+
+"Leave it here on the raft," answered the older boy. "Maybe we'll want
+to play Noah's Ark again, and we can find the raft here. Now we'll go
+and play ball!"
+
+They shoved the raft over toward the shore of the brook, and then the
+two boys jumped off. They left the Lamb behind them.
+
+"Dear me! how fast things do happen," said the Lamb, speaking out loud
+to herself, as there was no one near just then. "A little while ago
+Mirabell was pulling me along the sidewalk with a string. Then she left
+me and the dog ran off with me. Then he left me, and the boys carried me
+off on the raft. Now they have left me. I wonder who will take me next?"
+
+The raft was smooth in places, and the Lamb was just going to start to
+roll along a board toward shore when, all at once, she heard a noise,
+and a voice cried:
+
+"Whoa!"
+
+"My goodness!" thought the Lamb, coming to a stop almost as soon as she
+had started along on her wheels, "what's that? I wonder if some one is
+driving the White Rocking Horse along here!"
+
+She looked through the weeds growing on the edge of the brook and saw a
+real horse and wagon and a real man driving down to the water through
+the vacant lot. And as the man was real the Lamb dared not move while he
+was in sight.
+
+"Whoa!" called the real man, and it was to his real horse he was
+speaking, and not to the White Rocking Horse. "Whoa now, Dobbin!" went
+on the man, "and I'll let you have a drink here if the water is clean. I
+know you are thirsty, and there is a brook here somewhere."
+
+So that is why the man was driving his horse down through the lot--to
+give his horse a drink. The man climbed down off his wagon and walked
+toward the brook, right at the place where the raft had gone ashore with
+the Lamb on board.
+
+"I wonder if this can be the junkman who carried the Sawdust Doll away
+in his wagon," thought the Lamb. "If it is I am in for another
+adventure!"
+
+As the man came to look at the brook, to see if the water was clean
+enough for his horse to drink, the man saw the raft.
+
+"Oh, ho! There are some good boards and planks I can carry home to break
+up for kindling wood," said the man. "That's what I'll do. I'll have
+some good firewood from these boards! Or maybe I can sell some." Then he
+came nearer and saw the Lamb.
+
+"Well, I do declare!" the man cried. "There is a white woolly Lamb toy!
+I must take that, too, though I don't know what I can do with it. Maybe
+I can sell it. I am in luck to-day, getting a load of wood and a toy.
+Now come on, Dobbin!" he called to his horse. "The brook is nice and
+clean for you to drink from, and while you are drinking I will load the
+wood on my wagon and take the Lamb on Wheels. Come on, Dobbin!"
+
+The horse walked toward the water, for he was thirsty. And while he was
+drinking the man laid aside the Lamb, placing her on some soft grass.
+
+Then he piled the boards and planks on his wagon, and next he took up
+the Lamb again, putting her on top of the load of wood.
+
+"I'll give the Lamb a ride!" said the man.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+MIRABELL IS HAPPY
+
+
+Away rattled the wagon with the load of wood. The man sat on the seat,
+driving the horse, and behind him, where he had placed her on a board so
+she would not roll off, was the Lamb on Wheels.
+
+"Are my adventures never going to end?" thought the Lamb. "Here I am
+riding on a wagon, while, a short time ago, I was on a raft, sailing
+over the ocean like Uncle Tim."
+
+The Lamb did not know the difference between the brook and the ocean,
+but we can hardly blame her, as she had not traveled very much.
+
+"I rather like this wagon ride, though," said the Lamb, as the man drove
+away from the brook and up through the lots. His horse was no longer
+thirsty.
+
+The man who had picked up the pieces of the boys' raft to take home to
+be chopped up for firewood, did all sorts of odd jobs in the
+neighborhood. He would cut grass, beat rugs, cart away rubbish, and do
+things like that for people who lived near the brook. And soon after
+loading his wagon with wood and taking away the Lamb on Wheels the man
+said to himself:
+
+"I'll go around to the Big House and ask if they have any trash that
+needs carting away. I can't take it now, because I have this load of
+wood on, but I could come to-morrow and get it. Yes, I'll drive to the
+Big House and see if they need me."
+
+The "Big House," as the man called it, was a place where a gardener, a
+cook, and a maid were kept by a rich family, and the gardener used to
+rake up the trash in the yard and keep it until the rubbish man called
+with his wagon to take it away.
+
+So along rattled the wagon with the Lamb on Wheels up on the pile of
+wood. She slid from side to side, as the road was now rough, and once
+she almost fell out. But the man looked around just in time and saw her.
+
+"Oh, ho! Mustn't have that happen!" he exclaimed. "I don't want to lose
+the Lamb I found. It's an almost new toy, and maybe I can sell it. I
+must not lose it!"
+
+Then he reached back and took the Lamb on Wheels from along the loose
+pieces of wood.
+
+"I'll set it up on the seat beside me," said the man, talking aloud to
+himself, as he often did. "I can hold it on as we go over the rough
+places."
+
+But soon the man drove out of the lots to a smooth road, and then the
+Lamb felt better.
+
+"Now we'll stop at the Big House," said the man, as he drove up along a
+back road and stopped at a gate in a high fence. "Whoa!" he called to
+his horse, and when the horse stopped the man got down off the seat,
+leaving the Lamb still there.
+
+The man who had the load of wood opened the gate in the fence, and just
+then another man came out.
+
+"Hello, Patrick!" called the wood man. "I was driving past and I just
+thought I'd stop and see if there was any trash you wanted carted off to
+the dump. Of course I can't take it now, as I have on a load of wood,"
+he added. "But I can come back later."
+
+"Oh, so you have a load of wood, have you?" asked Patrick, who had a
+garden rake in his hand. "Where did you get it?" and he walked toward
+the wagon, letting the garden gate swing shut behind him.
+
+"Found it down in the lot near the brook. Some boys had made a raft, but
+I guess they got tired of playing with it, so I took the planks and
+boards. I found something else, too, Patrick!" "You did? What was that,
+Mike?"
+
+"A toy woolly Lamb on Wheels," answered the odd-job man. "It was on the
+raft. I brought it along with me. There it is, up on the seat," and he
+pointed to the toy.
+
+"A Lamb! A toy Lamb on Wheels!" exclaimed Patrick. "Well, if this isn't
+strange! I never would have believed it!"
+
+"What's the matter?" asked the odd-job man, as Patrick looked more
+closely at the Lamb on the wagon seat. "What's the matter?"
+
+"Why, this is Mirabell's Lamb! The one she has been looking for!" cried
+Patrick. "I hunted down in our cellar for this Lamb, but I didn't find
+her. And now you have her on a load of wood! How strange! Where did you
+say you found her?"
+
+"On the raft," answered the odd-job man. "But who is Mirabell?"
+
+"A little girl who lives next door," explained Patrick, the gardener.
+"She plays with our Dorothy, and Mirabell's Uncle Tim brought her a Lamb
+on Wheels. Mirabell had her Lamb out in the street, but she left it for
+a moment and then it disappeared. Now here it is!"
+
+"Are you sure it's the same one?" asked the odd-job man.
+
+"Quite sure," answered Patrick, and, oh, how the Lamb wished she dared
+speak out and say that she certainly was that very same toy! And how she
+wished they would take her to Mirabell!
+
+"We can soon tell if this is Mirabell's Lamb," went on Patrick. "I'll
+take it to her. If you want to you can unload that wood here. My master
+will buy it and I can chop it up. Then you can cart away some trash in
+your wagon."
+
+"I'll do that," said the odd-job man. "I guess the Lamb brought me good
+luck. I was thinking maybe I could sell this wood after I had chopped it
+up myself, but I'd rather sell it as it is. And I can then cart away the
+trash."
+
+"Well, you be unloading the wood," said Patrick, "and I'll go see if
+this is Mirabell's Lamb. But I am very sure it is,"
+
+Leaning his rake up against the back fence, Patrick walked up the garden
+path, around the "Big House," as the odd-job man had called it, and then
+the gardener went toward the house where Mirabell lived.
+
+The little girl, who had hunted all over for her Lamb on Wheels and was
+feeling very sad because she had not found it, was in the kitchen
+getting a cookie from Susan, the cook, when Patrick knocked on the back
+door.
+
+"I'll go and see who it is!" cried the little girl.
+
+And when she opened the door, and saw Patrick from the "Big House"
+standing there with the Lamb on Wheels, Mirabell was so surprised that
+she dropped her cookie. It fell on the floor, and it almost rolled down
+the back steps, but Patrick caught it in time.
+
+[Illustration: "I Hardly Remember," Said Lamb on Wheels.]
+
+"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Mirabell, clasping her hands. "Where did you find
+her? Where did you find my Lamb on Wheels, Patrick?"
+
+"Then she is yours?" asked the gardener.
+
+"Of course she's mine!" cried Mirabell, as she took her toy in her arms.
+"I've been looking everywhere for her! Oh, where did you find her?"
+
+"I didn't find her. Another man did," explained the gardener. "But as
+soon as I saw this Lamb on the seat of his wagon, I thought she was
+yours. And she is!"
+
+"Yes, she is!" cried Mirabell, who was very happy now. "This is my Lamb
+on Wheels, and I'm never going to lose her again. Oh, Patrick, I'm so
+glad!" she cried. "Will you thank the other man for me?"
+
+"You may come and thank him yourself if you like," said the good-natured
+gardener. "He's unloading wood at our back gate, and he's going to take
+away a load of trash for me. Come and thank him yourself."
+
+And Mirabell, holding the Lamb in her arms, did so.
+
+"I can't tell you how glad and happy I am," said Mirabell.
+
+"I am glad I happened to find your toy for you," replied the odd-job
+man.
+
+Then, the little girl, nodding and smiling at Patrick and Mike, ran
+laughing across the yard to tell her mother the good news.
+
+"I'm never going to lose my Lamb on Wheels again!" said Mirabell.
+
+"I wonder where she was, and how she got on the raft by the brook," said
+Arnold, when he and Dick and Dorothy had heard the story of the finding
+of the lost toy.
+
+"I don't know," answered Mirabell.
+
+"All I know is that I have her back again, and, oh! I'm so happy!"
+
+"I certainly am glad to get back to Mirabell again," said the Lamb on
+Wheels to herself. "And what a remarkable adventure I shall have to tell
+the Sawdust Doll and the White Rocking Horse when I see them again!"
+
+This happened very soon, for a few days later Mirabell carried the Lamb
+on Wheels over to Dorothy's house. Arnold went with his sister, taking
+with him his toy fire engine.
+
+"Now we'll have some fun!" cried Dick, as he got his White Rocking
+Horse. "We'll go horseback riding."
+
+"And I'll get my Sawdust Doll!" exclaimed Dorothy.
+
+The children had fun playing with their toys, and when they laid them
+down for a moment to go to the kitchen to get some crackers and milk,
+the Lamb found a chance to tell the Sawdust Doll and the White Rocking
+Horse about her adventures.
+
+"My, I think they are perfectly wonderful!" exclaimed the Doll, when she
+heard about the trip on the raft.
+
+"But what is that little squeaky noise, Lamb?" asked the White Rocking
+Horse suddenly. "I've noticed it every time you have moved."
+
+"Oh, my dear!" cried the Sawdust Doll, "are you sure these dreadful
+adventures have not hurt you?"
+
+"It's really not very much," answered the Lamb on Wheels. "You know an
+ocean trip such as mine is apt to be rather damp, and I have been left
+with a little rheumatism in my left hind wheel. But now that I am back
+with Mirabell it will soon be all right."
+
+"She ought to have her mother put a little oil on it," said the Sawdust
+Doll. "That would cure it at once."
+
+"And did the odd-job man's horse go faster than I can go?" asked the
+Rocking chap.
+
+"I hardly remember," the Lamb answered. "But I was almost seasick riding
+on that wagon."
+
+"Hush! The children are coming back!" neighed the White Rocking Horse,
+and the toys had to be very still and quiet.
+
+"I know what we can do!" cried Dick, after he had helped Arnold put out
+a make-believe fire with the toy engine. "We can play soldier!"
+
+"That will be fun!" said Arnold, who liked games of that sort. "I wish I
+had some toy soldiers," he went on. "I saw some in the same store where
+your Rocking Horse came from, Dick. I wish I had a set of tin soldiers,
+with a captain and a flag and everything!"
+
+"Maybe you'll get 'em!" exclaimed Dick.
+
+"Maybe," echoed Arnold,
+
+"Oh, I hope he does," thought the Lamb on Wheels. And if you children
+want to know whether or not Arnold got his wish you may find out by
+reading the next book in this series, called: "The Story of a Bold Tin
+Soldier."
+
+As for the Lamb on Wheels, she lived with Mirabell for many, many years,
+and had a fine time. She had some adventures, too, but none more strange
+than the one of riding down the brook on a raft.
+
+THE END
+
+
+
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