THE GOAT 



"Oh, Miss Clare! Miss Clare !" shouted Roy, 

 bursting into the school-room the first day after 

 vacation, "come out and see Freddie's team, quick." 

 Dropping everything, Miss Clare rushed to the door 

 and such a dear little "turn out" as met her eyes. 



First, there was the wagon such a dear little 

 wagon, painted yellow, with a foot mat, a whip 

 socket, and a seat just big enough for two, if the 

 two happened, as in this case, to be tiny boys. 



Next, there was the harness such a shiny leather 

 harness, with buckles and straps, and rings and 

 reins. 



Then there was the driver such a proud little 

 driver in a bright red cap, who sat up so stiff and 

 tall and held the reins. Beside him sat the passen- 

 ger, a serious looking little passenger, who wore a 

 red cap, also, and sat stiff and straight and held the 

 whip. 



By the side of the wagon stood brother Tom, 



keeping one eye on the driver and the other on the 



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