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Updated: May 11, 2025
Says I to Mirabell an hour ago, you know that is my name for Charles, for 'twas when he played Mirabell to my Millamant that we fell in love, 'Well, says I, 'I'll lay a gold-furbelowed scarf to a yard of oznaburg that Mr.
"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.
"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.
So, when the bird had flown away, the three toys were happy together again the Bold Tin Soldier Captain, the Lamb on Wheels, and the Wooden Doll. Then the children came back to have more fun, and the toys had to be very still and quiet, moving about only as Arnold or Mirabell moved them.
"I'll be careful," promised Joe, and then he and Jennie had a lot more fun with the Nodding Donkey and the China Cat. They were just thinking up another game to play when Joe cried: "Here come Dorothy with her Sawdust Doll and Mirabell with her Lamb on Wheels." "I should like to meet those toys," mewed the Cat to herself.
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.
"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.
"It's very queer," said the father of Mirabell and Arnold. "The only way it could have happened that I can think of is that some children I passed on the street may have tossed the Clown into my pocket. I have very large ones in this coat, and sometimes they stand wide open." The Calico Clown stayed in the office all that day.
"I suppose I shall be bought and given to some boy. Girls, as a rule, don't care very much for soldiers. They would rather have a Sawdust Doll or a Lamb on Wheels. And if I am given to some boy, I hope he will be like the boys we have heard about Dick, the brother of Dorothy, and Arnold, the brother of Mirabell." "Yes, they are nice boys, from what I have heard," said the Calico Clown.
"If you children didn't put it there, who did?" and he looked at Mirabell and Arnold. And I might say that this was always a mystery, as much so as the Clown's riddle about what made more noise than a pig under a gate. Daddy told Mirabell and Arnold their usual good-night story. Then the children went to bed and Mother put the Calico Clown on the mantelpiece where he would be safe for the night.
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