"Or Arnold, maybe," added Mirabell.

Just then Dick and Arnold came out of Mirabell's house, each with a
slice of bread and jam, and there was some jam around their mouths, too,
showing that they had each taken a bite from their slices of bread.

"Oh, Arnold, did you take my Lamb!" cried Mirabell.

"Or did you take it, Dick?" asked his sister.

"Nope!" answered both boys, speaking at the same time.

"But where is she?" asked the little girl over and over again. "Where is
my Lamb on Wheels?"

"Oh, I know!" suddenly cried Dick.

"I thought you said you didn't!" exclaimed his sister. "You said you and
Arnold didn't hide her away."

"Neither did we," went on Dick. "But I think I know where she is, just
the same."

"Where?" asked Arnold, as he finished the last of his bread and jam,
having given his sister a bite, while Dick gave Dorothy some. "Where is
the Lamb on Wheels?" asked Arnold.

"Down in our cellar!" went on Dick. "Don't you remember how she rolled
down there once, when the man was putting in coal? Maybe she's there