"You are? Why?" cried the Bobbsey twins.
" 'Cause I'm going to work. You see I won't have time to look after him. I bought him off a feller what moved away, an' I keeps de goat in Sullivan's livery stable. But I have to pay a dollar a month, an' so I began givin' de boys an' girls around here rides for two cents to pay for Billy's keep. But I can't do dat when I goes to work, so me mudder says I must sell 'im. I don't want to, but I has to."
Flossie looked at Freddie and Freddie looked at Flossie on hearing this. Neither of them said a word, but any one who knew them could easily have told that they were thinking of the same thing—the goat.
"Well, I'll ride you back to where youse got in me wagon," said Mike, "and then your nickel's about used up."
"Oh, I've got another!" cried Freddie eagerly. "We want more ride. Don't we, Flossie?"
"Sure we do! Oh, it's such fun!"
So they rode up and down the block again, and when that was over Flossie and Freddie spent some time talking to Mike.
