"Does you really want a ride?" he asked. "No foolin'?"
"No foolin'," answered Freddie. "Sure we want a ride. I've got five cents." He showed only half of the money he had in his pocket, keeping the other nickel back.
"I'll give you an' your sister a ride for dat!" cried the goat boy, not speaking the way Freddie and Flossie had been taught to do. "Hop in!"
"Can I drive?" asked Freddie.
"Nope. I'm afraid to let youse," was the answer. "Billy's a good goat, but you see he don't just know you. Course I could introduce youse to him, an' then he'd know you. But first along you'd better not drive him. I'll steer him were you want to go. I gives a ride up an' down de block fer two cents," he went on. "Course two of you is four cents."
"I've got a nickel," said Freddie quickly.
"Sure, dat's right. I forgot. Well, I'll give you both a ride up and down de block and half way back again for de nickel."
"Here it is," said Freddie, handing it over, as he and Flossie took their seats in the goat
