The "Big House," as the man called it, was a place where a gardener, a cook, and a maid were kept by a rich family, and the gardener used to rake up the trash in the yard and keep it until the rubbish man called with his wagon to take it away.
So along rattled the wagon with the Lamb on Wheels up on the pile of wood. She slid from side to side, as the road was now rough, and once she almost fell out. But the man looked around just in time and saw her.
"Oh, ho! Mustn"t have that happen!" he exclaimed. "I don"t want to lose the Lamb I found. It"s an almost new toy, and maybe I can sell it. I must not lose it!"
Then he reached back and took the Lamb on Wheels from along the loose pieces of wood.
"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.
"h.e.l.lo, 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. 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. Now here it is!"
"Are you sure it"s the same one?" asked the odd-job man.
"Quite sure," answered Patrick, and, oh, how the Lamb wished she dared speak out and say that she certainly was that very same toy! And how she wished they would take her to Mirabell!
"We can soon tell if this is Mirabell"s Lamb," went on Patrick. "I"ll take it to her. If you want to you can unload that wood here. My master will buy it and I can chop it up. Then you can cart away some trash in your wagon."
"I"ll do that," said the odd-job man. "I guess the Lamb brought me good luck. I was thinking maybe I could sell this wood after I had chopped it up myself, but I"d rather sell it as it is. And I can then cart away the trash."
"Well, you be unloading the wood," said Patrick, "and I"ll go see if this is Mirabell"s Lamb. But I am very sure it is."
Leaning his rake up against the back fence, Patrick walked up the garden path, around the "Big House," as the odd-job man had called it, and then the gardener went toward the house where Mirabell lived.
The little girl, who had hunted all over for her Lamb on Wheels and was feeling very sad because she had not found it, was in the kitchen getting a cookie from Susan, the cook, when Patrick knocked on the back door.
"I"ll go and see who it is!" cried the little girl.
And when she opened the door, and saw Patrick from the "Big House"
standing there with the Lamb on Wheels, Mirabell was so surprised that she dropped her cookie. It fell on the floor, and it almost rolled down the back steps, but Patrick caught it in time.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I Hardly Remember," Said Lamb on Wheels.]
"Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Mirabell, clasping her hands. "Where did you find her? Where did you find my Lamb on Wheels, Patrick?"
"Then she is yours?" asked the gardener.
"Of course she"s mine!" cried Mirabell, as she took her toy in her arms.
"I"ve been looking everywhere for her! Oh, where did you find her?"
"I didn"t find her. Another man did," explained the gardener. "But as soon as I saw this Lamb on the seat of his wagon, I thought she was yours. And she is!"
"Yes, she is!" cried Mirabell, who was very happy now. "This is my Lamb on Wheels, and I"m never going to lose her again. Oh, Patrick, I"m so glad!" she cried. "Will you thank the other man for me?"
"You may come and thank him yourself if you like," said the good-natured gardener. "He"s unloading wood at our back gate, and he"s going to take away a load of trash for me. Come and thank him yourself."
And Mirabell, holding the Lamb in her arms, did so.
"I can"t tell you how glad and happy I am," said Mirabell.
"I am glad I happened to find your toy for you," replied the odd-job man.
Then, the little girl, nodding and smiling at Patrick and Mike, ran laughing across the yard to tell her mother the good news.
"I"m never going to lose my Lamb on Wheels again!" said Mirabell.
"I wonder where she was, and how she got on the raft by the brook," said Arnold, when he and d.i.c.k and Dorothy had heard the story of the finding of the lost toy.
"I don"t know," answered Mirabell.
"All I know is that I have her back again, and, oh! I"m so happy!"
"I certainly am glad to get back to Mirabell again," said the Lamb on Wheels to herself. "And what a remarkable adventure I shall have to tell the Sawdust Doll and the White Rocking Horse when I see them again!"
This happened very soon, for a few days later Mirabell carried the Lamb on Wheels over to Dorothy"s house. Arnold went with his sister, taking with him his toy fire engine.
"Now we"ll have some fun!" cried d.i.c.k, as he got his White Rocking Horse. "We"ll go horseback riding."
"And I"ll get my Sawdust Doll!" exclaimed Dorothy.
The children had fun playing with their toys, and when they laid them down for a moment to go to the kitchen to get some crackers and milk, the Lamb found a chance to tell the Sawdust Doll and the White Rocking Horse about her adventures.
"My, I think they are perfectly wonderful!" exclaimed the Doll, when she heard about the trip on the raft.
"But what is that little squeaky noise, Lamb?" asked the White Rocking Horse suddenly. "I"ve noticed it every time you have moved."