Come on, Dobbin!"
The horse walked toward the water, for he was thirsty. And while he was
drinking the man laid aside the Lamb, placing her on some soft grass.
Then he piled the boards and planks on his wagon, and next he took up
the Lamb again, putting her on top of the load of wood.
"I'll give the Lamb a ride!" said the man.
CHAPTER X
MIRABELL IS HAPPY
Away rattled the wagon with the load of wood. The man sat on the seat,
driving the horse, and behind him, where he had placed her on a board so
she would not roll off, was the Lamb on Wheels.
"Are my adventures never going to end?" thought the Lamb. "Here I am
riding on a wagon, while, a short time ago, I was on a raft, sailing
over the ocean like Uncle Tim."
The Lamb did not know the difference between the brook and the ocean,
but we can hardly blame her, as she had not traveled very much.
"I rather like this wagon ride, though," said the Lamb, as the man drove
away from the brook and up through the lots. His horse was no longer
thirsty.
The man who had picked up the pieces of the boys' raft to take home to
be chopped up for firewood, did all sorts of odd jobs in the
neighborhood.
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