At the upper end of the garden was
a large house, and not far away was another house. The Lamb on Wheels
could see the houses from where she stood on the raft, and she wondered
if any little boys or girls lived in them.
"Having adventures is all right," thought the Lamb, "but one can have
too many of them. I have been on a voyage long enough, I believe. I wish
I could get back home to Mirabell."
A few minutes after that the big boy cried:
"Oh, come on, Jimmie! There's Tom and Harry! We can have a game of
ball," and he pointed to some boys who were running around the lots,
through which the brook was now flowing.
"What shall we do with the Lamb?" asked the small boy.
"Leave it here on the raft," answered the older boy. "Maybe we'll want
to play Noah's Ark again, and we can find the raft here. Now we'll go
and play ball!"
They shoved the raft over toward the shore of the brook, and then the
two boys jumped off. They left the Lamb behind them.
"Dear me! how fast things do happen," said the Lamb, speaking out loud
to herself, as there was no one near just then.
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