"I like to ride that way," thought the Lamb. "It is much more fun than
it would be to be crowded into a Noah's Ark like the Wooden Lion and
thrown into the flooded bathtub."

The Lamb was wishing Mirabell would take her next door, to see the
Sawdust Doll, but, as it happened, Dorothy was ill, and it was not
thought best for Mirabell to go in for a few days. However, Mirabell
could look from her windows over to those in the house where Dick and
Dorothy lived. And though Dorothy was too ill to be out of bed, Dick was
not.

Dick would stand at the window in his house, and Mirabell and Arnold
would stand at the window in their front room, and look across. The
children waved to one another, and Dick would hold up the head of his
Rocking Horse for Mirabell and Arnold to see.

Once Mirabell held up her Lamb on Wheels at the same time that Dick had
his Rocking Horse close to the window, and the two toys saw each other
for the first time since they had been separated.

"Oh, there is my old friend, the White Rocking Horse!" thought the Lamb
on Wheels. "How I wish I could talk to him."

The Horse wished the same thing, and he even thought perhaps he might
get a chance to run over some evening after dark and talk to the Lamb.
But the doors of both houses were locked each night, and though the
Horse and Lamb could roam about and seem to come to life when no one was
watching them, they could not unlock doors. So they had to be content to
look at each other through the windows.