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“Oh, Arnold, did you take my Lamb!” cried Mirabell.

“Or did you take it, Dick?” asked his sister.

“Nope!” answered both boys, speaking at the same time.

“But where is she?” asked the little girl over and over again. “Where is my Lamb on Wheels?”

“Oh, I know!” suddenly cried Dick.

“I thought you said you didn’t!” exclaimed his sister. “You said you and Arnold didn’t hide her away.”

“Neither did we,” went on Dick. “But I think I know where she is, just the same.”

“Where?” asked Arnold, as he finished the last of his bread and jam, having given his sister a bite, while Dick gave Dorothy some. “Where is the Lamb on Wheels?” asked Arnold.

“Down in our cellar!” went on Dick. “Don’t you remember how she rolled down there once, when the man was putting in coal? Maybe she’s there again.”

“Oh, let’s look!” cried Mirabell.

So the children ran to Dorothy’s mother, who said she would have Patrick, the gardener, look down in the coal bin for the lost Lamb on Wheels.

But of course the Lamb on Wheels was not in Dorothy’s cellar, and Mirabell felt worse than ever.

“I guess some one must have come along the street when you weren’t looking, Mirabell,” said Dorothy’s mother, “and carried your Lamb away.”

“I–I guess so,” sobbed Mirabell. “Oh, but I wish I had her back. Uncle Tim gave her to me, and now he is away far out on the ocean! Oh, dear!” and the little girl felt very bad indeed.

She did not give up the search, and Dorothy, Dick and Arnold also helped. They looked in the two yards, across the street, and in other places, but the Lamb could not be found.

The reason Mirabell could not find her toy, as you and I know very well, was because the Lamb on Wheels was riding down the brook on a raft with the two boys.

At first the Lamb was much frightened when she looked over the edge of the flat boat of planks and boards, and saw water on all sides of her.

“I really must be at sea, as that jolly sailor was,” thought the Lamb. “I am on a voyage at last! Oh, I hope I shall not be seasick! Oh, how wet the ocean is!” she thought, as some water splashed up near her, when the little boy shoved the raft along with his pole.

The Lamb, not knowing any better, thought the brook was the big ocean. But as the raft sailed on down and down and did not upset and as the Lamb grew less frightened and was not made ill, she began to feel better about it.

“Perhaps I am more of a sailor than I thought,” she said to herself. “I never knew I would be brave enough to go to sea. I wish the Bold Tin Soldier and the Calico Clown could see me now. I’m sure they never had an adventure like this!”

So the Lamb on Wheels stood on her wooden platform in the middle of the raft and looked at the water of the brook. Now and then little waves splashed over the edge of the raft, but only a little water got on the toy, and that did not harm her.

“Isn’t this fun!” cried the little boy who had first thought of playing Noah’s Ark with the raft.

“It is packs of fun!” agreed the older boy. “Let’s make believe we are going on a long voyage.”

So the raft went on and on down the brook, and the Lamb on Wheels was having a fine ride.

“Though I wish some of the toys were here with me,” she thought to herself. “I wonder if the Sawdust Doll would get seasick if she were on board here. I don’t believe the Bold Tin Soldier would, and the Calico Clown would be trying to think of new jokes and riddles, so I don’t believe he would be ill. But I wonder what is going to happen to me? What will be the end of this adventure?”