Instead of going in a straight line the Lamb swung off to
one side. Straight toward the outside door she rolled, and just then
Susan, the cook, came in from out-of-doors.
Susan held the door open for a moment, and before either Mirabell or
Arnold could stop the Lamb, out she rolled to the back steps.
"Oh, my Lamb! My Lamb!" cried Mirabell. "She'll break her legs if she
falls down the steps!"
Down the back steps, bumpity-bump went the Lamb on Wheels. But she did
not break any of her four legs, I am glad to say.
Just how it happened I do not know, but when Mirabell and Arnold ran out
to pick up the Lamb on Wheels the children found that the toy was not in
the least hurt, except, maybe, the wool was ruffled up a little.
"Dear me, what a lot of adventures I am having!" thought the Lamb, as
Mirabell picked her up. "I wish I could tell the Calico Clown or the
Bold Tin Soldier something about them. They are quite remarkable, I
think!"
"Is she hurt?" asked Arnold, as he saw his sister holding her new toy.
"No, she seems to be all right," replied Mirabell. "But I'm not going to
slide her down the ironing-board hill any more to-day.
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