"Well, this seems just the toy I want. I'll take her!
I'll buy this Lamb on Wheels!"
"Oh, dear me!" thought the Lamb, for she knew what was going on, even
though she dared not move by herself, or speak, "if this sailor buys me
he'll take me on an ocean trip and I'll be seasick! Oh, dear, this is
going to be dreadful!"
CHAPTER III
A HOME ON SHORE
The jolly sailor held in his hands the Lamb on Wheels. He looked her
over carefully, and rubbed her warm, woolly sides. Though his hand was
not as soft as was that of the little girl who had stroked the Lamb the
day before, yet the sailor was gentle in his touch.
"Well, I suppose there is no use thinking any longer of having a home
like the one the Sawdust Doll got, with her little girl mistress to love
her," said the Lamb on Wheels to herself. "I am to be taken away by this
sailor--away out to sea. I never could stand sailing, anyhow. Oh, dear!
why do I have to go?"
"Does she squeak?" asked the sailor of the clerk, as he held the Lamb in
his hands.
"Oh, no. She isn't that kind of Lamb," answered the clerk, with a laugh.
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