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."