"I'll sit in front to steer and hold little Hepzebiah. You boys sit in
back, Jehosophat at the end, and hold on to the grips."

Yes there were grips, too, for the Toyman hadn't forgotten anything
that goes with a perfect sled.

"All aboard! Toot, toot!" he shouted, and Jehosophat yelled,--

"Clear the way!"

And down the hill they shot. It wasn't like any other kind of travel
in the world. Perhaps it was more like flying than anything else, but
that was funny, too, when you come to think of it, for when you fly
you usually go up, and they were going down.

They reached the bottom all too soon, but the trip was worth the
trouble of trudging back, especially as all the hard work was done by
the Toyman.

When they reached the top again, once more he shouted, "All aboard,
toot, toot!"

Some folks thought he was silly, and Mrs. Hamm, riding by in a buggy,
on the road below, said to Mr. Hamm,--

"There's that good-for-nothing Frank Clark again, hollerin' like a
wild Injun with all those children."

"Yes, Maria," agreed her husband. "I'd send him to the work'us if I