“And with grass,” said Ruth. “We’re all going to explore up there together some day soon. But you needn’t make your beds up there,” and she laughed.
“Not going to make beds,” announced Tess, rather grumpily.
“For pity’s sake, what are you going to do?” asked Agnes.
“We’re going to feed the goat,” said Dot, gravely.
“Going to feed what?” shrieked Agnes.
“The goat,” repeated Dot.
“She says there’s one up here,” Tess exclaimed, sullenly.
“A goat in the garret!” gasped Ruth. “How ridiculous. What put such an idea into your heads?”
“Aggie said so herself,” said Dot, her lip quivering. “I heard her tell you so last night after we were all abed.”
“A—goat—in—the—gar—ret!” murmured Agnes, in wonder.