"That is too bad," said the Lamb sympathetically.
"Of course Arnold was smaller than he is now, and he was not so kind to
his toys as he has since learned to be," resumed the Wooden Lion. "He
really meant no harm. But, as I say, I am the only one of the Noah's Ark
animals left, and really I am very glad to have you to talk to."
The two new friends spent some time together telling each other their
different adventures, and then, suddenly, the door of the playroom
opened and Mirabell came in.
"Hush! Not another word!" said the Wooden Lion in a whisper.
"Well, I guess my Lamb has slept long enough," said Mirabell, picking up
her new toy. "I'll have some fun with her before I go to bed."
She petted her Lamb, and took off the blue ribbon from the woolly
creature's neck.
"I must smooth it out and tie a better bow," said Mirabell. "It got all
mussed when you slid down the ironing board."
So Mirabell played with her Lamb until it was time for the little girl
to go to bed. Uncle Tim came up to see Mirabell and Arnold to say good-
bye, for he was going on a sea voyage.
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