All the week the little lamb had to stay at home while Mary went to school; but on Saturday they had such good times! First, Mary had her tasks to do. She wiped all the cups and plates and spoons, dusted the chairs and made her own bed. Then she went out to play. The nicest place to "play house" was the roof of a hut by the barn. Mary and little Aunt Hannah climbed up by the fence, with their dolls and tea set but the lamb couldn't climb. They tried to carry him, but he was too heavy—and he kicked, too. So they took him up on the straw in the barn and dropped him out of a window onto the roof. Then they all had a good time playing "party", with some caraway biscuits and a little jug of milk. But at noon, when Mary's Mother blew the dinner- whistle, the lamb couldn't get down! They couldn't lift him up to the window, and he was afraid to jump to the ground. Little Aunt Hannah stood on the wheelbarrrow, but could not reach him. Then they brought out armfuls of straw and made a big soft haystack and Mary stood on the roof and tried to push him off into the straw but he wouldn't budge. "Come to dinner, children," called Mary's Mother. "It is getting cold." "Oh dear!" said little Mary, almost crying. "He'll have to stay up here and starve! But he's had three caraway biscuits, anyway." At last Hannah's big brother came out to find them. He laughed when he saw the lamb and the haystack but he went for a ladder, and very quickly brought the little lamb safely down to the ground. Then they all went in and had their dinner together.
How little Mary spun.
