“I’s going to have a bossy-goat ride!” laughed Trouble, who, it seemed, did not get over the idea that the goat was part cow. I suppose it was because both animals have horns.
Feeling quite happy now that they were going to have a real goat for their very own, and feeling very glad at the chance of having some rides in a wagon that Nicknack would pull, Ted, Janet and Trouble started for the barn.
“Do you really think you can make a wagon?” asked Janet of her brother.
“Course I can,” he answered. “Didn’t I make a house, lots of times—a playhouse that we had fun in?”
“But a wagon is different,” said the little girl. “A playhouse stays in one place, but a wagon has to go around and around on its wheels.”
“I know,” said Ted, as if he had thought it all out long before, “a wagon has to have wheels on it, and I’m going to put wheels on this one. Then Nicknack can pull us all over the farm.”
“Will he pull me, too?” asked Trouble.
“Of course he will,” laughed Janet, giving her small brother a big hug. “You can have a nice ride.”
“On his back?” asked Trouble. “Like I see in pictures!”
“He means those cowboy pictures—like in the Wild West,” put in Ted.