She
saw that she was on the piazza of a fine, large house. There was another
house next door, and at the window stood a little girl with a doll in
her arms.
"Gracious goodness!" exclaimed the Lamb on Wheels to herself. "That
looks just like the Sawdust Doll who used to live in our store! I wonder
if it could be?"
However she had no further chance to look, for the door opened just
then, and the sailor went inside the house, carrying the Lamb with him.
"Where's Mirabell?" asked the sailor of the maid who opened the door.
"She is up in the playroom," was the answer. "She has been ill, but she
is better now."
"So I heard!" went on the jolly sailor. "I brought her something to look
at. That will help her to get well."
Up to the playroom he went, and no sooner had he opened the door than
Mirabell, which was the name of the little girl, ran toward him.
"Oh, Uncle Tim!" cried Mirabell, as soon as she saw the jolly sailor,
"how glad I am to see you!"
"And I'm glad to see you, Mirabell," he laughed. "Look, I have brought
you something!"
"Is it a monkey, Uncle Tim?" she asked.
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