"Baa-a-a-a-a!" sounded again, and then a funny black nose, followed by a head with curving horns on it, was thrust into the tent. "This isn't the Lamb!" cried the Monkey. "Indeed I'm not a Lamb!" was the answer. "I'm a Billy Goat! Baa-a! Baa-a-a-a! What's going on here?" he bleated. "We're going to have a show," said the Monkey. "I am going to be in it, and so is the Candy Rabbit."

It was a thought of the Knooks to put a squeak inside the lambs, so that when a child squeezed them they would say "baa-a-a-a!" And the Fairy Queen advised Claus to put whistles in the birds, so they could be made to sing, and wheels on the horses, so children could draw them around.

But he and Madeline had not been very long away, and the Monkey and Candy Rabbit had not been very long alone in the tent, before something happened. All at once, just as the Monkey was thinking of asking the Candy Rabbit what tricks that sweet chap was going to do in the show, a loud noise was heard in the tent. "Baa-a-a-a-!" was what the Rabbit and the Monkey heard.

Once more they heard the cry of the goat: "Baa-a-a-a-a-a!" went Nicknack. "Baa-a-a-a!" "He's over this way!" cried Teddy, and he started to run to the left. "No, I think he's here," and Janet pointed to the right. "What's the matter, Curlytops?" asked Mrs. Martin, who came out just then to see what was keeping the children. "We can hear Nicknack, but we can't see him," answered Ted. Mrs.

"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."

"You take Margy to the fence and I'll throw clumps of dirt at the ram." This she did, hitting the ram on the head with soft clods of earth, while Grandma Bell hurried to the fence with Margy. "There we are!" cried the grandmother, as she set the little girl safely down on the far side, away from the ram. "Now Bunko can't get us." "Baa-a-a-a!" bleated Bunko. He shook his big, curved horns at Mrs.

"At last I have hunted for myself!" thought Nero, as he ate his meal. "This is great! But it is not enough. I must have more!" He went farther on in the jungle, and, all at once, he heard a goat bleating. "Baa-a-a-a! Baa!" bleated the goat. "Ha! There is something else I can catch for my supper!" thought Nero. "I am getting to be quite a hunter!"

"Baa-a-a-a!" bleated the old ram, again stamping his foot, as he shook his lowered head. "Oh, he's going to bunk right into Grandma Bell!" cried Laddie, on the safe side of the fence. "I'll go back and help her drive the ram off," said Mother Bunker. "You children stay here." "Will the old ram-sheep come and get us?" asked Vi.

"Grandma Bell can take care of the ram." The ram, which had big, curving horns, walked toward Margy, now and then stopping to stamp his foot or give a loud: "Baa-a-a-a!" "What's he saying?" asked Vi. "Never mind what he's saying," said Mrs. Bunker. "Run! Don't stop to ask questions." "I guess the ram's saying he doesn't like red coats," put in Russ.

"There must have been a cave-in at our gold mine," said Hal. "But how did Nicknack get here?" Ted went on. "I guess Trouble must have untied him and brought him here." suggested Janet. Then they all watched while Grandpa Martin and the lollypop man dug out the goat. "Baa-a-a-a-a!" bleated Nicknack as he scrambled out after most of the sand had been shoveled off his back. "Baa-a-a-a!" "My!