"Come on for a joy ride, Pete, and fetch Dickie," invited Wiggle.
The Grasshopper brothers hopped briskly in and away they whizzed. Down
Grasshopper Lane, through a pine grove, along Skunk Avenue, past the Lake,
on and on, only stopping here and there to twist up the spring.
"I'm getting tired of so much twisting," declared Wiggle. "It would be
good sport to coast down Crooked Hill."
"Come on!" cried Wink gaily. "Guess we'll not need much twistity there."
"Can you steer straight?" asked Dickie doubtfully.
"Sure I can steer. I wouldn't be afraid in the dark, and this moonlight is
as bright as day," bragged Wiggle. "Hold your breath, now."
Crooked Hill was very steep and slippery with pine needles. On either side
there were jutting rocks and old pine stumps. At the foot of the hill ran
Beaver Brook.
[Illustration: "_Hold your breath, now_."]
Later that evening, Mr. Jack Rabbit was hopping homeward with a bag of
carrots and clover leaves slung over his shoulder.
"Hello, what's this?" he cried. "Limpy-toes Graymouse's automobile, sure
as I'm a Bunny! Hi, there, Limpy, are you underneath?"
"Ah, please help us, Mr.
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