"And bring me a parrot when you come back!" begged Arnold.
"Would you like a monkey, Mirabell?" asked the jolly sailor.
"No, thank you," she answered. "A monkey is nice, but he might pull the
wool off my Lamb."
"That's so--he might!" laughed the jolly sailor. "Well, good-bye,
Mirabell, Arnold, and the Lamb on Wheels."
Then Uncle Tim went away and the children went to bed, while the Lamb on
Wheels was put in the pasteboard box stable, near the Wooden Lion. And
in the night they played together and had a fine time.
The Lamb on Wheels, in the days that followed, began to feel quite at
home in Mirabell's house, and she liked her little girl mistress better
and better, for Mirabell was very kind.
"Some day, when it gets warmer, I'll take my Lamb over to Dorothy's
house and let her see the Sawdust Doll," said Mirabell to her brother.
"And I'll take my fire engine over and I'll ride on Dick's Rocking
Horse," said Arnold. "But it is so cold now the water in my engine might
freeze if I took it over to Dick's house."
"Yes, it is cold," agreed Mirabell. "I guess I'll take my Lamb down to
the sitting room, where there's a fire on the hearth.
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