be buying a Lamb for myself, to take to sea with me? Ho! Ho! I should
say not!" he chuckled.

"Oh, how glad I am! And how I shall love this Lamb!" said the little
girl.

As for the Lamb on Wheels, she was glad and happy, too, when she heard,
as she did, what the sailor said.

"Oh, I'm to have a home on shore!" thought the Lamb. "I am not going to
be taken on an ocean voyage at all, and be made seasick. I am to have a
home on shore!"

And that is just what the toy Lamb had. The jolly sailor, who was
Mirabell's uncle, had bought the toy for the little girl.

"Do you like the Lamb?" asked Uncle Tim.

"Oh, do I? Well, I just guess I do!" cried Mirabell, and she hugged the
Lamb in her arms, and rolled her across the floor on her wheels.

"Do you know, Uncle Tim," went on Mirabell, "this is the very same Lamb
I saw in the store, and wanted so much?"

"No! Is she?" asked the sailor, in surprise.

"The very same one!" declared Mirabell. "I was in the store once with
Dorothy, the little girl who lives next door. She has a Sawdust Doll
that came from the same store. And we were there the other day, before I
was taken ill, and I saw a woolly lamb--this very same one, I'm sure--