“Are you pushing, Nurse Jane?” cried Uncle Wiggily, as he turned on more gasolene. “Are you pushing?” The muskrat lady, who had gotten out and was in back of the auto, answered: “Am I pushing? Well, I should say I was! Aren’t we going up the hill?” Uncle Wiggily gave a look. “We aren’t going up a bit,” he answered. With all Nurse Jane’s pushing, the auto seemed to be slipping back instead of going ahead. “What shall we do?” asked the muskrat lady. “I don’t know,” sadly answered Uncle Wiggily.
“What’s the matter, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Jackie. “Won’t your auto go up the hill?” The rabbit gentleman shook his head. “We can’t get up,” he said. “Maybe we could help,” offered Peetie. The two Bow Wow doggie boys had come along with their sleds to coast on the hill. “Thank you for offering, but how could you help get Uncle Wiggily’s auto up?” asked Nurse Jane. “He could put our sleds under the front wheels,” said Jackie, “and then he would have an auto sled. Maybe it would go up easier then.”
“It was very kind of you to offer me your sleds,” said Uncle Wiggily to Jackie and Peetie. The sleds of the doggie boys were tied to the two front wheels of the auto with ropes. “Now we will surely go up the hill!” said Nurse Jane. So they all got in the machine again, and Uncle Wiggily started off. But alas! Once more the back wheels spun around like an alarm clock. “Oh, we shall never get up,” said Nurse Jane. “And I am afraid something is going to happen! Suppose the Pipsisewah and Skeezicks come along now?”
“What did I tell you!” cried the Pipsisewah to the Skeezicks. “This is our lucky day.” The Skee sort of wrinkled up his nose preposterous like and remarked: “Lucky day? What do you mean?” The Pipsisewah, with his paw, pointed to Uncle Wiggily, Nurse Jane and Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow, still in the auto sled at the foot of the hill. “That is what I mean—souse!” grunted the Pip. “There is Uncle Wiggily at the foot of a slippery hill. He can’t get up, and we can catch him. Are you with me?” The Skee said: “Yes!”