However she had no further chance to look, for the door opened just
then, and the sailor went inside the house, carrying the Lamb with him.

"Where's Mirabell?" asked the sailor of the maid who opened the door.

"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.

"Oh, Uncle Tim!" cried Mirabell, as soon as she saw the jolly sailor,
"how glad I am to see you!"

"And I'm glad to see you, Mirabell," he laughed. "Look, I have brought
you something!"

"Is it a monkey, Uncle Tim?" she asked.

"No, Mirabell, it isn't a monkey. It is a woolly Lamb on Wheels. I saw
it in a toy store and I brought it to you."

"For me--to keep, Uncle Tim?" asked Mirabell, as the sailor took the
wrapping paper off.

"Yes, for you to keep," was the sailor's answer. "Did you think I would