Isn't there a field with a fence all around it, that you could drive the goats into for a few hours ?" Jules shook his head.
"Well, I can't have my Thanksgiving spoiled for just a couple of old goats," exclaimed Joyce.

"You'll have to bring them along, and we'll shut them up in the carriage-house.

You come over in about an hour, and I'll be at the side gate waiting for you." Joyce had always been a general in her small way.

She made her plans and issued her orders both at home and at school, and the children accepted her leadership as a matter of course.

Even if Jules had not been willing and anxious to go, it is doubtful if he could have mustered courage to oppose the arrangements that she made in such a masterful way; but Jules had not the slightest wish to object to anything whatsoever that Joyce might propose.
It is safe to say that the old garden had never before even dreamed of such a celebration as the one that took place that afternoon behind its moss-coated walls.