CHAPTER IX

ON A LOAD OF WOOD


Now while the Lamb on Wheels was being carried away by the dog, and
after she had been dropped in the lot, where she was picked up by the
boys and put on a Noah's Ark raft--while all this was happening to the
toy, Mirabell, the little girl who owned the Lamb, was almost heart-
broken. After she had admired the trunk Dorothy had had given to her for
the Sawdust Doll, Mirabell ran back to get her pet toy.

"Oh, where is my Lamb on Wheels?" cried Mirabell, looking up and down
the street. "Where is she?"

"Where did you leave her?" asked Dorothy, who had gone back with her
friend.

"I left the Lamb right here by the fence," answered Mirabell. "She had a
string on. I was pulling her along the sidewalk, and when you called me
I let go the string and ran. Oh, where is my nice Lamb?"

"Maybe Dick took the Lamb," suggested Dorothy to Mirabell, when they had
looked up and down the street, in front of and behind the fence, and
even in the yard, and had not found the toy. "Dick sometimes takes my
things and hides them just for fun," Dorothy said.