"What's this!" he cried. "What is going on here?"
"No school!" squealed Curly. "No school! We have a vacation!"
"The very thing!" suddenly said the old gentleman rabbit. "I was just wishing it was summer time, so some of my animal friends could come away with me. I am going on a little vacation trip myself, and I thought I would have to go alone. But if there is no school, then Curly and Flop can come with me."
"Where to?" asked Flop.
"To Raccoon Island in Lake Hopatcong," answered Uncle Wiggily.
"We'll go up to my bungalow, stay two weeks and have a good time."
"Oh, fine!" cried Curly.
"Oh, joyousness!" squealed Flop, as he spun about on one leg and tickled Baby Pinky with the other.
Well, that afternoon, Mamma Twistytail got the two boys ready, and off they went with Uncle Wiggily to Raccoon Island in Lake Hopatcong, which is a very nice place. It was beginning to get dark when they arrived, and, after they had eaten some candy, and Uncle Wiggily had opened the bungalow, he looked around and said:
"Now, boys, you will have to go to the store for something for supper."
"What shall we get?" asked Flop.