And he began to talk about the
happier side of an ocean trip; how beautiful the sunset was, and how
there was never any dust at sea.
Then the sailor came back from having looked at the velocipedes, and the
girl clerk brought a large sheet of paper. In this the Lamb was wrapped.
She had a last look at her friends of the toy shelves and counters, and
then she felt herself being lifted up by the sailor.
Out of the store the sailor carried the Lamb on Wheels. She wished she
had had time to say good-bye to her friends, but she had not, and she
must make the best of it.
"At any rate I am going to have adventures, even though they may be on a
ship, and even though I may be seasick," thought the Lamb. "And perhaps
I may not be so very ill."
On and on walked the sailor, down this street up another until, after a
while, he stopped in front of a house.
"This must be the place," he said to himself. "I wonder if Mirabell is
at home. I'll go in and see."
Up the steps he went and rang the bell. There was a hole in the paper
wrapped about the Lamb, and through this hole she could look out.
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