"Midnight!" screamed the Great Green Grasshopper's wife. "What will become of us?"
Ting—Ting—Ting—Ting——
"It's fast!" cried Winnie: "I know it's fast. I put it on myself for getting up tomorrow."
"Are you quite sure?" said the Great Green Grasshopper's wife.
"Quite sure," declared Winnie; "it's five minutes fast at least."
"That's a great relief to my mind," said the Great Green Grasshopper's wife; "but, of course, we must stop at once."
Indeed, the Crickets were already packing up their instruments, and the last thing that Winnie remembers was the Great Green Grasshopper's wife hurrying the little Skipjacks off to bed.
