By this time Mrs. Bobbsey had ended her visit and had come out to look for her children.
"I thought I told you not to go off the steps," she said. They were down the street looking at the goat.
"Well, we didn't mean to," admitted Freddie. "But we did so much want a goat ride."
"And we had ten cents' worth!" laughed Flossie.
Mrs. Bobbsey smiled. It was very hard to be cross with these small twins. They never meant to do wrong, and, I suppose, taking a ride up and down the block was not so very bad.
"Good-bye!" called Freddie to Mike, the goat boy, as Mrs. Bobbsey led her children away.
"Good-bye!" added Flossie, waving her hand.
"Good-bye," echoed Mike.
"And don't forget!" said Freddie.
"No, I won't."
Mrs. Bobbsey might have asked what it was Mike was not to forget, only she was in a
