"Come on, Princey," she said to her dog blithely. "We've got to look down and see where's the best path to the shore. Miss Molly says sometimes the edge of this hill falls down on to the shore. We'll have to be careful 'bout that." However, it did not appear that the sea had bitten a mouthful out of the bluff of late, although the edge was very ragged and broken. The patrol path was not broken, and at present the sea at the foot of the cliff seemed comparatively quiet. They sat down on the edge of the cliff, the little girl and the dog, and watched the sea hissing among the fallen boulders below. These great and small stones--bushels of them the size of one's fist, but many as large as a wagon, and several as big as moving vans or small houses--littered the shore as far as Carolyn could see in either direction. The sands below high water mark were packed as hard and as smooth as a road by the action of the tide. Above this mark the loose sand was filled with all manner of rubbish--driftwood, much of which was the remains of wrecked boats; big shells torn from the bottom of the sea in storms and tossed here by the breakers; all manner of dried seaweeds and other sea cultch. Carolyn's eyes sparkled, while Prince sniffed the airs off the ocean and found no scent of "good hunting" in them. But as they went back around the house the two friends found something that promised real sport to Prince. Up out of a grass bed at the side of the house sprang a little creature that amazed Carolyn quite as much as it did Prince--all bandy legs, jerking head, and bleating voice. It started at a stumbling run away from the newcomers, and naturally Prince wanted to investigate. "Stop, Princey!" commanded his mistress. "Don't you chase that poor little--little--well, whatever it is! It's got such a curly coat. And hasn't it a funny, ugly black nose? I--never--did--see!" "Baa-a-a!" bleated the hobbling creature, turning to stare at the little girl and her dog with quite as much curiosity as they stared at it. Molly I. Ball suddenly appeared at the corner of the house. "Don't let your dog chase Nebuchadnezzar," she cried. "Goodness gracious me!" gasped Carolyn May, "is _that_ what he is? It sounds too big for him, Miss Molly." "What sounds too big?" "That you called him," declared the little girl. "_Is_ he one?" "Is he one what?" demanded the puzzled Molly. "Why, a 'nebuchad--chad'--Well, whatever it was you called him?" "Nebuchadnezzar?" repeated Molly Ball, laughing. "That's his name. But he's a lamb. Didn't you ever see a lamb before?" "A lamb? My!" cried the little city girl. "I never saw one before 'cept in the butcher shop with all his--his clothes off. And then it don't look like _that_." "No. I imagine not," said Molly Ball. "Come here, Nebby! Coo! Coo! Coo!" She approached the funny little creature that stood with all four long legs braced apart, head down, and looking as though undecided whether to run or to butt.