"Oh, my Lamb! My poor Lamb!" cried Mirabell.
"Look out!" shouted Arnold. "Don't go too close!"
"Why not?" asked his sister. "I have to get my Lamb on Wheels away from
the fire!"
"No, you mustn't!" Arnold said. "Your dress might catch on fire!"
The piece of paper was burning on the wide brick hearth of the
fireplace, and not on the carpet, and the Lamb was close to the piece of
paper that was on fire. Altogether too close to the fire was the Lamb.
She was in great danger.
"But I've got to save her! I must save my pet Lamb!" cried Mirabell. She
was going to rush forward, but her brother caught hold of her and held
her back.
"Wait!" cried Arnold. "I can put out the fire and save your Lamb."
"How!"
"With my fire engine! It has real water in it, and I'll pump some on the
paper and save your Lamb from burning up. Watch me, Mirabell, but don't
go near the blaze!"
The piece of paper, close to the Lamb on Wheels, was now sending up a
bright blaze. It would have been pretty if it had not been so dangerous.
Arnold quickly wheeled his fire engine as close to the blazing paper as
he felt it was safe to go.
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