"All right," said Mike good-naturedly, as he took the dollar.
Of course Freddie and Flossie were disappointed at not having the goat and wagon, but they soon forgot that when their mother promised to take them to see another play that afternoon.
"It's a wonder Flossie or Freddie didn't try to bring the goat up to our rooms in the elevator," said Bert, when they were in their apartment again.
"Well, he was a good goat!" declared Freddie.
"And he could go fast," added Flossie.
"I was going to play fireman with him when we got back to Lakeport," went on Freddie. "Now I can't."
"I think you'll have just as much fun some other way," said his mother, laughing.
Three days after that, when Mrs. Bobbsey came in from shopping with the two sets of twins, she heard some one moving about in their apartment as she entered.
"Oh, it's Daddy!" cried Flossie, as some one caught her up in his arms. "Daddy's come back!"
"I'm so glad!" called Freddie, running to get a hug and kiss from his father. "And we almost had a goat!" he added.