She could look down at her legs and see how black they
were. "Oh, what a terrible adventure it is to fall into a coal hole! I
wonder what will happen next!"
And she soon found out. For when the colored man had come out of the
cellar, and was again shoveling the coal down the hole, Mirabell and
Arnold took the black Lamb on Wheels into Dorothy's house. Dorothy and
her brother Dick were glad to see the children from next door.
"Now to give Mirabell's Lamb a bath," said Dorothy's mother.
"I wonder if I'll be put in the bathtub, as the Wooden Lion was,"
thought the Lamb.
And she was, though she was not dipped all the way in, for fear of
spoiling the wooden, wheeled platform on which she stood. With a nail
brush and some soap and water, Dorothy's mother scrubbed the coal dust
out of the Lamb's wool.
"There, she is nice and clean again," said Dorothy's mother, as she held
the Lamb on Wheels up for the four children to see.
"But she is all wet!" cried Mirabell.
"I'll set her down by the warm stove in the kitchen, and she will soon
dry," said the mother of Dick and Dorothy.
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