“Well, I suppose that would be a good plan,” the Lamb said.  “I don’t exactly like being carried in your teeth, but there is no help for it.”

“Then I’ll do that,” promised the dog.  “I’ll come back here and get you after dark.  You’ll be all right here in the tall weeds.”

“I suppose so,” replied the Lamb.  “Though I shall be lonesome.”

“Please forgive me for causing you all this trouble,” went on the dog.  “I never would have done it if I had known you were a toy.  And now I’ll run along and come back to-night.  I hear a dog friend of mine calling me.”

Another dog, at the farther end of the lot, was barking, and the Lamb crouched deeper down in the weeds.

“Dear me! this surely is an adventure,” said the Lamb on Wheels to herself, as she was left alone.  “Being taken away in a rag bag, as the Sawdust Doll was, couldn’t be any worse than this.  And though none of my legs is broken, as was one of the White Rocking Horse’s, still I am almost as badly off, for I dare not move.  I wonder what will happen to me next!”

It was not long before something did happen.  As the Lamb stood on her wheels and wooden platform among the weeds, all at once two boys came along.  They were looking for some fun.

“Oh, look!” cried a big boy.  “There’s a little white poodle dog over in the weeds!” and he pointed to the Lamb, whose white coat was easily seen amid the green leaves.

“Oh, we can have some fun with it!” said the little boy.  “Let’s call it.”

So they whistled and called to the white object they thought was a dog, but the Lamb did not move.  Of course she couldn’t, while the boys were looking at her.

“That’s funny!” said the big boy.  “What do you think is the matter with that dog?  It doesn’t come to us.”

“Let’s go up and see,” said the smaller lad.

Together they tramped through the weeds until they were close to the toy.  Then the big boy cried out: 

“Why, it isn’t a dog at all!  It’s a Lamb on Wheels!”

“So it is!” said the little boy.  “But I know how we can have some fun with it, just the same!”

“How?” asked the big boy.

“We can play Noah’s Ark over in the brook,” explained the small boy.  “There are some boards over there.  I was making a raft of them the other day.  We can make another raft now, and we can get on and sail down the brook.  And we can take the Lamb on board with us and make believe we’re in a Noah’s Ark and that there’s a flood and all like that!  Won’t that be fun?”

“Yes, I guess it will,” said the big boy.  “Come on!  I’ll carry the Lamb.”

So, picking up the toy and tucking it under his arm, he led the way to the brook, which ran through the vacant lots.  It was a nice brook, not too deep, and wide enough to sail boats on.

“Now we’ll make the raft,” said the smaller boy, as they came to a place on the bank of the brook where there were some boards and planks.