"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