Some boys had made a raft, but
I guess they got tired of playing with it, so I took the planks and
boards. I found something else, too, Patrick!" "You did? What was that,
Mike?"
"A toy woolly Lamb on Wheels," answered the odd-job man. "It was on the
raft. I brought it along with me. There it is, up on the seat," and he
pointed to the toy.
"A Lamb! A toy Lamb on Wheels!" exclaimed Patrick. "Well, if this isn't
strange! I never would have believed it!"
"What's the matter?" asked the odd-job man, as Patrick looked more
closely at the Lamb on the wagon seat. "What's the matter?"
"Why, this is Mirabell's Lamb! The one she has been looking for!" cried
Patrick. "I hunted down in our cellar for this Lamb, but I didn't find
her. And now you have her on a load of wood! How strange! Where did you
say you found her?"
"On the raft," answered the odd-job man. "But who is Mirabell?"
"A little girl who lives next door," explained Patrick, the gardener.
"She plays with our Dorothy, and Mirabell's Uncle Tim brought her a Lamb
on Wheels. Mirabell had her Lamb out in the street, but she left it for
a moment and then it disappeared.
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