"Well, I'll ride you back to where youse got in me wagon," said Mike, "and
then your nickel's about used up."
"Oh, I've got another!" cried Freddie eagerly. "We want more ride. Don't
we, Flossie?"
"Sure we do! Oh, it's such fun!"
So they rode up and down the block again, and when that was over Flossie
and Freddie spent some time talking to Mike.
By this time Mrs. Bobbsey had ended her visit and had come out to look for
her children.
"I thought I told you not to go off the steps," she said. They were down
the street looking at the goat.
"Well, we didn't mean to," admitted Freddie. "But we did so much want a
goat ride."
"And we had ten cents' worth!" laughed Flossie.
Mrs. Bobbsey smiled. It was very hard to be cross with these small twins.
They never meant to do wrong, and, I suppose, taking a ride up and down
the block was not so very bad.
"Good-bye!" called Freddie to Mike, the goat boy, as Mrs. Bobbsey led her
children away.
"Good-bye!" added Flossie, waving her hand.
"Good-bye," echoed Mike.
"And don't forget!" said Freddie.
"No, I won't."
Mrs. Bobbsey might have asked what it was Mike was not to forget, only she
was in a hurry to get back to the hotel, and so did not question Freddie.
When they reached their rooms they found a letter from Mr. Bobbsey, saying
he would have to stay in Lakeport a day longer than he expected. But he
would soon be in New York again, he wrote.
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