"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.