"If you do I'll take my half of the goat away and you can't ride."

"Pooh! Which is your half?" asked Ted.

"The wagon. And if you don't have the wagon to hitch Nicknack to,
how're you going to ride?"

"Huh! I could ride on his back. Take your old wagon if you want to,
but if you do---"

"The-o-dore!" exclaimed his mother in a slow, warning voice, and when
he heard his name spoken in that way, with each syllable pronounced
separately, Ted knew it was time to haul down his quarreling colors
and behave. He did it this time.

"I--I'm sorry," he faltered. "I didn't mean that, Jan. I won't pull
your doll's legs any more."

"And I won't take the goat-wagon away. We'll both go for a ride in
it."

"That's the way to have a good time," said Mrs. Martin, with a smile.
"Now don't make any more noise, for William is fussy. Run off and play
now, but don't go too far."

"We'll go for a ride," said Teddy. "Come on, Jan. You can let your
doll make-believe drive the goat if you want to."

"Thank you, Teddy. But I guess I'd better not. I'll pretend she's a
Red Cross nurse and I'm taking her to the hospital to work."