think of any more lines, so while he was getting into his clothes he
kept singing this one, to a tune which became more and more stirring. He
went over to the window by the looking-glass. From this window you
looked over to the Cadaras. And then he saw that from the Cadaras a new
arrival looked at him.

He stared. Then loud and long he laughed. He threw up the window and
called, "Hello, there!"

The new arrival made no reply, unless a slight droop of the head could
be called a reply.

"Well, you cap the climax!" called Joe Doane.

Young Doanes had discovered the addition to the Cadara family and came
running out of the house.

"Pa!" Edgar called up to him, "the Cadaras have got a _Goat_!"

"Well, do you know," said his father, "I kind of _suspected_ that was a
goat."

Young Cadaras came out of the house to let young Doanes know just what
their privileges were to be with the goat--and what they weren't. They
could walk around and look at her; they were not to lead her by her
rope.

"There's no hope now," said Joe, darkly shaking his head. "No man in his
senses would buck up against a _goat_."

The little Doanes wouldn't come in and eat their breakfast. They'd
rather stay out and walk round the goat.

"I think it's too bad," their mother sighed, "the kiddie-car and the
ball-suit and the sail-boat were _enough_ for the children to
bear--without this goat. It seems our children haven't got _any_ of the
things the Cadaras have got."

"Except--" said Joe, and waited for some one to fill it in. But no one
did, so he filled it in with a laugh--a rather short laugh.

"Look out they don't put you in the fireless cooker!" he called to the
goat as he went off to work.

But he wasn't joking when he came home at noon. He turned in at the
front gate and the goat blocked his passage. The Cadaras had been
willing to let the goat call upon the Doanes and graze while calling.
"Get out of my way!" called Joe Doane in a surly way not like Joe Doane.

"Pa!" said young Joe in an awed whisper, "it's a _government_ goat."

"What do I care if it is?" retorted his father. "_Damn_ the government
goat!"

Every one fell back, as when blasphemy--as when treason--have been
uttered. These Portuguese kids looking at _him_ like that--as if _they_
were part of the government and he outside. He was so mad that he bawled
at Tony Cadara, "To _hell_ with your government goat!"

From her side of the fence, Mrs. Cadara called, "Tony, you b