"I'm much obliged to you, Curlytop, but I'm afraid your sled is too small for me. Your goat is strong enough to pull me, I guess, but I'd fall off the sled, I'm afraid."
"I wish I could make him pull me on the ice," said Teddy. "How could we make him stop slipping?" he asked the big boy.
"Well, you'd have to have sharp-pointed iron shoes put on his hoofs, the same as they shoe horses for the winter. Only I don't know any blacksmith that could make shoes small enough for a goat. Maybe you could tie cloth on his hoofs, or old pieces of rubber, so he wouldn't slip on the ice."
"That's what we'll do!" cried Teddy. "To-morrow we'll make some rubbers for our goat, Jan."
"Do you think he'll let us put 'em on?" asked Jan.
"Oh, course he will. Nicknack is a good goat."
Ted and Jan drove him around some more in the snow, and this was not hard pulling for Nicknack, as the sled slipped along easily and he had no trouble in standing up on his sharp hoofs in the soft snow. But Ted did not again drive him on the ice that day.
"I know what we can do to have some fun," said Jan, as she and her brother started Nicknack toward home after having had some more rides themselves, and giving some to their little friends.
"What?" asked Ted. "Haven't we had fun enough?"
"Yes, but we can have more," went on Jan. "And this fun is good to eat."