wagon began shoveling some of the black lumps down the opening.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" cried Mirabell.

And then the white, woolly Lamb on Wheels rolled across the sidewalk,
and disappeared down into the dark coal hole!




CHAPTER VII

THE LAMB CARRIED AWAY


Mirabell and Arnold were so surprised for a moment at what had happened
that they could only stand, looking at the hole in the sidewalk down
which the Lamb on Wheels had fallen. Carlo, the fuzzy little dog, seemed
to know he had done something wrong in getting tangled in the string,
breaking it off, and so sending the Lamb wheeling along until she slid
into the coal hole. And the dog gave a howl and ran back toward the
house, having finally managed to get his legs loose from the cord.

"Bow-wow!" barked Carlo, as he ran.

Perhaps he feared that he, too, might slip down that black, dark hole
which led into the coal bin of Dorothy's house. Then as Mirabell and
Arnold stood, looking with wide-opened eyes at the place where they had
last seen the Lamb, the man on the wagon threw another shovelful of coal
down the hole.