know how to drive a goat!" declared Freddie. "Mike, the red-haired
boy in New York, showed me. Flossie and I had a ride in his wagon for
two cents apiece. It was fun, wasn't it, Flossie?"

"Yep. I liked it. We had lots of fun in New York. Freddie rode on a mud
turtle's back and we had bugs that went around and around and around."

"Maybe the goat will go around and around and around," said Nan, half
laughing.

"Well, hurry down to your father's office with the postal," advised Mrs.
Bobbsey. "He'll know what to do."

And when the four excited Bobbsey twins--for even Bert was excited over
the chance of owning a goat--reached their father's office he told them
all about it.

"You remember," he said, "that when Freddie and Flossie 'almost' bought
the goat in New York I promised that if I could find a good one for
sale, with a harness and wagon I'd buy it for you this summer. Well, I
heard of one the other day, and I got it, having it sent on here by
express. Now we'll go down and see what it looks like."

"It's going to be my goat--Flossie's and mine, isn't it?" asked Freddie,
as they started for the express office down near the railroad station.

"No more yours than it will be Nan's and Bert's, my little fat fireman,"
said Mr. Bobbsey with a laugh. "You must all be kind to the goat and
take turns riding in the wagon."

"Can't we all ride at once?" asked Nan.

"Well I don't know how large the wagon is," answered Mr. Bobbsey, as he
started from his lumberyard for the express office with the children.
"Maybe you can all get in at once if the goat is strong enough to pull
you."

"I hope he's a big goat," said Freddie. "Then me and Bert will drive him
and ride you and Flossie, Nan."

"Don't let him run away with me, that's all I ask!" begged Nan,
laughing.

They found the goat in a crate on the express platform. Near him was a
good-sized wagon, like those the children had seen in Central Park when
on their visit to New York.

"Oh, we can all get in it!" cried Freddie, as he ran from the wagon over
to where the goat was bleating in his crate. The animal was a large
white one, and he seemed gentle when Flossie and Freddie put their hands
in through the slats of the crate and patted him.

"I think he'd like to get out where he can walk around and have
something to eat and drink," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We must take him out of
his crate."

This was soon done with the help of the express agent, and, when the
last pie