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"That is a Lamb on Wheels," was the answer. "How comes it that you are here, Miss Lamb?" the Jack answered. "I didn't hear that you had had an accident." "Oh, yes; but not a very bad one," bleated the Lamb. "One of my wheels came off when Mirabell, the little girl who owns me, let me fall.
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."
Rosa's uncle and her father told her it was wrong to have taken another little girl's toy without asking, and she was sorry when she understood that, but she was happy with her new plaything. In the afternoon Mirabell and Dorothy went home with Madeline. "I want to show you my Candy Rabbit again," Madeline said to her little girl chums.
"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."
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.
But the Lamb need not have worried, for she was taken into the house by Mirabell, and so was the Sawdust Doll and the Rocking Horse. The little girls went down the street to play with a friend named Madeline, leaving their own toys in Dorothy's house, while Dick and Arnold went out to the garage, and from there over to Arnold's house.
"Patrick!" called Mirabell. Patrick saw the bad boys blowing beans at Mirabell and Arnold, and, with a shout, the gardener chased the unpleasant lads away. "Be off out of here and let my children alone!" cried Patrick, for he considered Dorothy and Dick and Arnold and Mirabell as his special "children," and was always watching to see that no harm came to them.
"Nobody wanted the Rabbit, so I took him," said Rosa, and she really thought this was so. But of course Madeline wanted her Candy Rabbit very much. And when she and Dorothy and Mirabell came back to the veranda after their play in the sand pile and found the Sawdust Doll there and the Bunny gone, poor Madeline felt very bad indeed.
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.
"Oh, yes, the Lamb has a lovely home with a little girl named Mirabell," answered the Jack in the Box. "And Mirabell has a brother named Arnold, and those two children live next door to Dorothy, who has our dear friend the Sawdust Doll." "Really?" asked the Jumping Jack. "Really and truly," added the Box-Jack.
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