The two Bobbsey twins promised, but something happened that made them forget. This was the sight of a red-haired, snub-nosed boy, driving a goat, hitched to a small wagon, up and down the street.
"Oh, look at that!" cried the excited Freddie. "Isn"t that great!"
"It"s cute," said Flossie. "I wonder if he"d give us a ride?"
"Let"s ask him," said Freddie. "I"ve got ten cents. Maybe he"d ride us for that. Come on!"
And so, forgetting all about their promise not to go off the steps of the apartment house where their mother"s friend lived, the two small Bobbsey twins hurried down to look at the goat.
CHAPTER XX
MR. BOBBSEY COMES BACK
"Hey, Jimmie! Give us a goat ride, will you?" called a boy in the street.
"I will for two cents," answered the red-haired lad driving the goat and wagon.
"Aw, go on. Give us a ride for a cent!"
"Nope. Two cents!"
"Oh, did you hear that?" asked Flossie of Freddie. "He gives rides for two cents."
"Then we"ll have some," said Freddie. "How many rides can you get for ten cents?"
"A lot, I guess," said Flossie, who forgot all about the number-work she had studied for a little while in school.
"Hey!" called Freddie to the boy with the goat. "We"ve got two cents--we want a ride."
The boy, who was sitting in an old goat wagon, pulled on the reins and guided his animal over toward the curb.
"Does you really want a ride?" he asked, "No foolin"?"
"No foolin"," answered Freddie. "Sure we want a ride. I"ve got five cents." He showed only half of the money he had in his pocket, keeping the other nickel back.
"I"ll give you an" your sister a ride for dat!" cried the goat boy, not speaking the way Freddie and Flossie had been taught to do. "Hop in!"
"Can I drive?" asked Freddie.
"Nope. I"m afraid to let youse," was the answer. "Billy"s a good goat, but you see he don"t just know you. Course I could introduce youse to him, an"
then he"d know you. But first along you"d better not drive him. I"ll steer him were you want to go. I gives a ride up an" down de block fer two cents," he went on. "Course two of you is four cents."
"I"ve got a nickel," said Freddie quickly.
"Sure, dat"s right. I forgot. Well, I"ll give you both a ride up and down de block and half way back again for de nickel."
"Here it is," said Freddie, handing it over, as he and Flossie took their seats in the goat wagon. There was plenty of room for them and the red-haired driver. Other children on the block crowded to the curbstone and looked on with eager eyes as the Bobbsey twins started on their ride.
Mrs. Bobbsey, talking with her friend in the darkened parlor, knew nothing of what was going on.
"Say, he is a good goat," said Freddie, when they were half-way down the block.
"Sure he"s a good goat!" agreed the boy, whose name was Mike. "There ain"t none better."
"It"s lots of fun," said Flossie.
It was a fine day, even if it was Winter. The sun was shining brightly, so it was not cold. What snow there was in New York, before the Bobbseys came on their visit, had either melted or been cleaned off the streets so one would hardly know there had been a storm.
"I wish we had a goat," said Freddie, when the ride was almost over.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I WISH WE HAD A GOAT," SAID FREDDY.
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"So do I," agreed Flossie. "Let"s ask Daddy to buy one," she suggested.
"We will," said Freddie.
"I"m goin" to sell dis goat," put in Mike.
"You are? Why?" cried the Bobbsey twins.
""Cause I"m going to work. You see I won"t have time to look after him. I bought him off a feller what moved away, an" I keeps de goat in Sullivan"s livery stable. But I have to pay a dollar a month, an" so I began givin"
de boys an" girls around here rides for two cents to pay for Billy"s keep.
But I can"t do dat when I goes to work, so me mudder says I must sell "im.
I don"t want to, but I has to."
Flossie looked at Freddie and Freddie looked at Flossie on hearing this.
Neither of them said a word, but any one who knew them could easily have told that they were thinking of the same thing--the goat.
"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.