"Freddie did not know any better. Of course
we can't keep it," she said to Mike, "and I'm sorry you had the trouble of
bringing him here. My little boy didn't stop to think, I'm afraid. He
should have told me. But here is a dollar for your trouble, and I think
you can easily sell your goat somewhere else."
"Oh, yes, I can easy sell him," said Mike. "But your little boy made me
promise to bring Billy to dis hotel to-day and here I am, 'cordin' to
promise."
"Yes, I see you kept your word," and Mrs. Bobbsey could not help smiling.
"But really we have no place to keep a goat here, and we could hardly take
it to Lakeport with us. So I'm afraid Freddie will have to do without it."
"All right," said Mike good-naturedly, as he took the dollar.
Of course Freddie and Flossie were disappointed at not having the goat and
wagon, but they soon forgot that when their mother promised to take them
to see another play that afternoon.
"It's a wonder Flossie or Freddie didn't try to bring the goat up to our
rooms in the elevator," said Bert, when they were in their apartment
again.
"Well, he was a good goat!" declared Freddie.
"And he could go fast," added Flossie.
"I was going to play fireman with him when we got back to Lakeport," went
on Freddie. "Now I can't."
"I think you'll have just as much fun some other way," said his mother,
laughing.
Three days after that, when Mrs. Bobbsey came in from shopping with the
two sets of twins, she heard some one moving about in their apartment as
she entered.
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