Up and down the street
in front of their home the Martin children drove their pet goat.
"Whee, this is fun!" cried Ted, as he made Nicknack run downhill
with the wagon.
"Oh, Teddy Martin, don't go so fast!" begged Janet.
"I like to go fast!" answered her brother. "I'm going to play Wild
West. This is the stage coach and pretty soon the Indians will shoot
at us!"
"Teddy Martin! if you're going to do that I'm not going to play!"
stormed Janet. "You'll make Trouble fall out and get hurt. Come on,
Trouble! Let us get out!" she cried. Nicknack was going quite fast
down the hill.
"Wait till we get to the bottom," shouted Ted. "G'lang there, pony!"
he cried to the goat.
"Let me out!" screamed Janet, "I want to get out."
At the foot of the hill Teddy stopped the goat and Janet, taking
Trouble with her, got out and walked back to the house.
"What's the matter now?" asked Mrs. Martin from the porch where she
had come out to get a little fresh air.
"Ted's playing Wild West in the goat-wagon," explained Janet.
"Oh, Ted! Don't be so rough!" begged his mother of her little son,
who drove up just then.
"Oh, I'm only playing Indians and stage coach," he said. "You've got
to go fast when the Indians are after you!" and away he rode.
"He's awful mean!" declared Janet.
"I don't know what's come over Ted of late," said Mrs. Martin to her
husband, who came up the side street just then from his store.
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