So the board was hung away, and soon the Lamb was put in a little stable
Mirabell made for her out of a pasteboard box. The stable was set in a
corner of the playroom, near a little Wooden Lion that had once lived in
a Noah's Ark. He was the only one of the Ark animals left. Arnold or
Mirabell had lost all the others.

"Don't be afraid of me! I won't bite you," said the Wooden Lion to the
Lamb on Wheels, when they were left alone in the playroom. The children
had gone downstairs to supper with Uncle Tim, and the sailor was telling
them many jolly stories of the sea.

"Oh, I'm not afraid of you," said the Lamb on Wheels to the Wooden Lion.
"I am much larger than you, even if you are like the jungle animals."

"It isn't my fault that I am small," said the Wooden Lion, a little
crossly, the Lamb thought. "I had to be made that way to fit in the Ark.
You ought to see the Elephant. He isn't much larger than myself!"

"Did he have on roller skates?" asked the Lamb.

"Roller skates!" exclaimed the Wooden Lion. "Why! who ever heard of such
a thing? A Noah's Ark Elephant on roller skates! The idea!"

"Oh, you needn't get so excited," said the Lamb, as she wiggled her
short tail the least bit. "In the toy store, where I came from, we had
an Elephant who put on roller skates and raced with a White Rocking
Horse."

"I wish I could have seen that," said the little Wooden Lion. "It must
have been funny."