"But you mustn't ever run near
a fire yourself, Mirabell. Wait for me to put it out with my engine.
That's what fire engines and fire departments are for."
"Dear me! that came near being a terrible adventure for me," thought the
Lamb on Wheels, as Mirabell carried her back from the fireplace. "In
another minute I would have been all ablaze from that paper, and wool
does burn so fast!"
When the Lamb had been saved, the mother of the two children came into
the sitting room.
"What is burning?" she cried. "Have you been playing with fire?"
"No, Mother," answered Arnold, and he told what had happened.
As the days passed Mirabell came to love her Lamb on Wheels more and
more. Sometimes the little girl would tie a string to the wooden
platform, on which her toy stood, and pull the Lamb around the house, as
Arnold used to pull his little express wagon.
"I like to ride that way," thought the Lamb. "It is much more fun than
it would be to be crowded into a Noah's Ark like the Wooden Lion and
thrown into the flooded bathtub."
The Lamb was wishing Mirabell would take her next door, to see the
Sawdust Doll, but, as it happened, Dorothy was ill, and it was not
thought best for Mirabell to go in for a few days.
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