Just as it stood there on two legs, with the most innocent face you can imagine, it gave a little leap—oh, oh! up towards the hat of the fat lady; and that very instant the beautiful red cherries crackled in Billy-goat's mouth.
"Oh, my new hat!" screamed the fat lady.
"It is outrageous that one should be liable to such treatment," said the cross lady.
"That's the time you got fooled, Billy-goat!" said Karl, "for you got glass cherries instead of real cherries."
Mother had lost all patience now and no mistake; and the kid had to go under the seat and lie there the whole time. And Mother offered the fat lady some chocolates and some of Mother Goodfields' home-made cakes that we had brought for luncheon, and begged her pardon again and again for Billy-goat's behavior; so that finally the fat lady was a little appeased. The goat had eaten four of the glass cherries and there were eight still left on the hat, so it wasn't wholly spoiled.
The beautiful red cherries crackled in Billy-goat's mouth.—Page 236.
"Well, all I know is I would never have stood it," said the lady with the lorgnette.
The forest-cat behaved beautifully, sleeping the whole time on the train; and we all grew tired, oh! so tired. I couldn't look out of the window at last, I was so utterly tired out. And I did not bother myself about either the cat or the billy-goat.