“What made the lamb love Mary so?
I never could decide.
I only know he pined away,
And one day up and died.”
This was not the version Buddie had learned, though perhaps it was the way the story ought to go. It really was too much to believe that everywhere that Mary went the Lamb was sure to go.
Meantime the Black Lamb had moved along, cropping the wild mint that grew along the road, as much as to say: “That will give you something to think about until you see me again.”
“Before you go,” said Buddie, “I wish you would tell me where the Corner is.”
“There’s a sign right in front of your nose,” said the Lamb, saucily. Eating mint always makes a Lamb saucy.
Sure enough; tacked on a tree was another sign-board:
