"Nope!" answered both boys, speaking at the same time.
"But where is she?" asked the little girl over and over again. "Where is my Lamb on Wheels?"
"Oh, I know!" suddenly cried Dick.
"I thought you said you didn't!" exclaimed his sister. "You said you and
Arnold didn't hide her away."
"Neither did we," went on Dick. "But I think I know where she is, just the same."
"Where?" asked Arnold, as he finished the last of his bread and jam, having given his sister a bite, while Dick gave Dorothy some. "Where is the Lamb on Wheels?" asked Arnold.
"Down in our cellar!" went on Dick. "Don't you remember how she rolled down there once, when the man was putting in coal? Maybe she's there again."
"Oh, let's look!" cried Mirabell.
So the children ran to Dorothy's mother, who said she would have
Patrick, the gardener, look down in the coal bin for the lost Lamb on
Wheels.
But of course the Lamb on Wheels was not in Dorothy's cellar, and
Mirabell felt worse than ever.