“Hark!” called Ted suddenly, when his sister had finished her last cry for the missing child.
From behind some bushes a little way ahead of them came a baby voice saying:
“I found de bossy-cow! I found de bossy-cow! But he’s a ’ittle bit one. Such a ’ittle bit!”
“There’s Trouble!” cried Jan joyously.
“Yes. But I wonder what he has,” said Ted.
They ran ahead, and there, behind the bush, they saw Baby William sitting on the ground and holding to the horns of a big goat that was standing in front of Trouble, looking at him as though in great surprise.
“Why Trouble Martin! What are you doing?” cried Jan. “Come away from that goat this minute! He may hook you!”
“Dis a bossy-cow!” Trouble murmured, holding with one hand to the long horns of the animal and with the other stroking the chin whiskers. “Nice bossy-cow!”
“It’s a goat!” cried Ted, walking toward the child and wondering if the goat would butt him if he lifted Trouble out of the way.
“Dis a bossy-cow!” insisted Trouble. “Bossy-cow got horns. Dis got horns. Dis bossy-cow!”