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.

[Illustration:  “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 Dick 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 Dick, as he got his White Rocking Horse.  “We’ll go horseback riding.”