"I'll set it up on the seat beside me," said the man, talking aloud to
himself, as he often did. "I can hold it on as we go over the rough
places."
But soon the man drove out of the lots to a smooth road, and then the
Lamb felt better.
"Now we'll stop at the Big House," said the man, as he drove up along a
back road and stopped at a gate in a high fence. "Whoa!" he called to
his horse, and when the horse stopped the man got down off the seat,
leaving the Lamb still there.
The man who had the load of wood opened the gate in the fence, and just
then another man came out.
"Hello, Patrick!" called the wood man. "I was driving past and I just
thought I'd stop and see if there was any trash you wanted carted off to
the dump. Of course I can't take it now, as I have on a load of wood,"
he added. "But I can come back later."
"Oh, so you have a load of wood, have you?" asked Patrick, who had a
garden rake in his hand. "Where did you get it?" and he walked toward
the wagon, letting the garden gate swing shut behind him.
"Found it down in the lot near the brook.
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