“Oh, we were talking about another kind of trouble, not you!” laughed Jan as she hugged and kissed him.
Then she helped Ted make the goat wagon, while Trouble looked on.
CHAPTER V
UPSIDE DOWN
With hammer and saw and nails, with bits of rope and string, here a piece of tin and there a board, the goat wagon was finally built. It did not look very spick and span. Rather it looked like some of the funny things the circus clowns make when they do their queer tricks in the ring.
But there were four wheels, even if they were of different sizes, to the wagon Jan and Ted had made, and there was a seat for them, with room in between for Trouble. And, as Jan said, the uneven wheels gave the wagon such a queer, wobbly motion that it was ever so much more fun riding in that than in a regular store wagon.
“Maybe we’ll get a new wagon after we learn to drive the goat,” said Jan, as she watched Trouble combing out Nicknack’s whiskers with a pine-cone he had picked up.
“Maybe,” assented Ted.
“I like the way this wagon rides. It’s part like a swing and the other part is like a seesaw,” observed Jan, when Ted, pulling the cart himself, had given her a ride about the front yard, to see how the wagon rode before they hitched the goat to it.
“It will do until we get a new one,” her brother agreed.
“How are you going to hitch Nicknack to it?” Jan suddenly demanded.