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“Oh, I didn’t mean to do that,” said Arnold, who was sorry enough for the accident. “I didn’t know you were in here,” he went on. “I came to get my toy fire engine. I’m going to play with Dick and his express wagon. Where’d you get your Lamb on Wheels, Mirabell?”

“Uncle Tim brought her to me,” answered the little girl.

Mirabell carefully looked at her plaything. And she was very glad to find out that no damage seemed to have been done. None of the four wheels was broken, the little wooden platform on which the Lamb stood was not splintered, and there was not so much as a bruise on the little black nose of the Lamb herself.

“I guess she is so soft and woolly that she didn’t get hurt much,” Mirabell said, turning the Lamb over and over. “She’s so fat and soft– like a rubber ball,” she added.

“I’m glad of that,” said Arnold. “Next time I come into a room I’ll look near the door to see that there isn’t a Lamb behind it”

“That’s the boy!” exclaimed Uncle Tim. “And here is something I brought for you, Arnold. I didn’t buy it in a toy store. It’s a little wooden puzzle I whittled with my knife out of a bit of wood when I was on the ship.”

Arnold looked at what Uncle Tim gave him. It was a puzzle, made of some wooden rings on a stick, and the trick was to get the rings off the stick. Arnold tried and tried but could not do it until his uncle showed him how the trick was done. Then it was easy.

“Oh, thank you!” cried the boy, when he had learned how to do the trick himself. “I’m going over and show Dick this puzzle. I don’t believe he can do it. Want to come, Mirabell, and show Dorothy your Lamb on Wheels?”

“No, thank you, not now,” Arnold’s sister answered. “I’m going to get a comb and brush and make my Lamb’s wool all nice and fluffy. She got all mussed when you banged her into the corner.”

“I’m sorry,” said Arnold again. “Do you want me to brush her off for you?”

“I guess not!” laughed Mirabell. “Once you tried to get the tangles and snarls out of the hair of one of my dolls, and you ‘most pulled her head off.”

“All right. Then I’ll take this puzzle and show it to Dick and Dorothy,” decided Arnold.

“Who are Dick and Dorothy?” asked Uncle Tim.

“The little boy and girl who live next door,” Mirabell explained. “Dorothy has a Sawdust Doll, and Dick has a White Rocking Horse. They came from the same store where you got my Lamb on Wheels!”

“Is that so?” cried the jolly sailor. “Well, you’ll have to take your Lamb over next door and let her meet her toy friends again.”

“I’m going to,” Dorothy said. “Oh, Uncle Tim, don’t you believe Dolls, and Lambs, and things like that, really know one another when they meet?”

“I shouldn’t be a bit surprised if they did,” answered the sailor. “You take your Lamb over and see if she remembers the Sawdust Doll and the White Rocking Horse.”

“I will!” promised Mirabell.

And when the Lamb heard this, though just then she dared not move by herself or speak, she felt very happy. For, as I have told you, though she dared not move when human eyes were looking at her, there was nothing to stop her from hearing what was said. The Lamb had ears, and what good would they be if she could not hear through them, I’d like to know?

“Oh, I am so glad I am going to see the Sawdust Doll and the Rocking Horse again,” thought the Lamb. “I hope I get a chance to talk to them when no one is looking. I want to tell them about their friends that are still in the toy store.”