"She is just a Lamb on Wheels, and she has real wool on her back and
sides and legs. She does not squeak or go baa-a-a-a, and if you want her
to move you have to pull her along."
"Well, I was going to get a Lamb that squeaked," went on the sailor,
"but I suppose this one will do just as well."
"We have a Calico Clown who bangs his cymbals together when you press on
his stomach or chest," said the girl. "See this toy! Maybe you would
like this!"
She picked up the Calico Clown in his gaily colored suit, and, pressing
on him in the middle, she made him bang his cymbals together.
"That is a jolly toy," said the sailor. "Let me see it."
He took up the Calico Clown, and did as the girl clerk had done.
"Bing! Bang! Bung!" went the cymbals.
"Oh, I hope he buys me," thought the Clown. "I should love to go to sea
on a ship."
But the sailor appeared to like the Lamb on Wheels best. He took her up
again, and the Lamb, who had begun to hope that she might not have to go
to sea, felt sad again.
"I'll take this Lamb on Wheels," said the sailor. "How much is it?" and
he pulled out his pocketbook, as he tucked the lamb under his arm.
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