"Oh, Rosy, Rosy, forgive me, forgive me! I thought you was a goat!"
"So I look like a goat, do I, you miserable old clumsy fellow, you! Take that—and that—and that!" as she struck him over the head with one of the baby pillows, and then began to cry. Blinded by her tears, she pushed the baby carriage right over the flower beds, heedless of where she was walking, sobbing, "He thought I was a goat! I don't look like a goat, I don't! Boo hoo hoo!"
By this time the gardener had collected his wits enough to go to her and explain. The last the kids saw of them as they bounded away, he had his arm around her and was loving her, much to the amusement of passersby.
"I smell something good," said one of the Twins.
"So do I! Let's go see what it is."
"It comes from over by that big red brick building."
They trotted over and found it came from a popcorn wagon.
"Yum, yum! It is popcorn with butter and salt on it!"
"Oh, I just love it, don't you?"
"Yes, but I like it best with chocolate on it. Wait until the man who owns the stand is not looking and then we will run up and grab a bag."