“Oh, no, I don’t guess you could ride that way, William,” went on Janet. “You might fall off. It’s lots nicer to ride in the wagon.”
“Couldn’t I ride on Nicknack’s back if you holded me on?” Trouble wanted to know.
“Well, maybe. We’ll see,” said Janet, who did not want to make any promises. Baby William was always sure to remember them no matter if everyone else forgot.
“I ’ikes a goat,” murmured the little fellow, as he walked along beside his brother and sister. “I ’ikes a goat—much!”
“Yes, Nicknack is a fine goat. I hope he’ll always live with us,” said Ted.
They were almost at the barn now, when, all at once, the children heard someone shouting.
“What’s that?” asked Janet.
“Maybe the barn’s on fire!” cried Ted, starting to run.
“Wait for me!” begged Janet.
“An’ me, too!” added William, for Ted had let go of his hand as he started off.