‘What a very sensible woman!’ said the gentleman.
‘Of course you shall.’
So they carefully helped Toad into the front seat beside the driver, and on they went again.
Toad was almost himself again by now.
He sat up, looked about him, and tried to beat down the tremors, the yearnings, the old cravings that rose up and beset him and took possession of him entirely.
‘It is fate!’ he said to himself. ‘Why strive? why struggle?’ and he turned to the driver at his side.
‘Please, Sir,’ he said, ‘I wish you would kindly let me try and drive the car for a little.
I’ve been watching you carefully, and it looks so easy and so interesting, and I should like to be able to tell my friends that once I had driven a motor-car!’
The driver laughed at the proposal, so heartily that the gentleman inquired what the mattter{sic} was.
When he heard, he said, to Toad’s delight,
‘Bravo, ma’am!
I like your spirit.
Let her have a try, and look after her.
She won’t do any harm.’
Toad eagerly scrambled into the seat vacated by the driver, took the steering-wheel in his hands, listened with affected humility to the instructions given him, and set the car in motion, but very slowly and carefully at first, for he was determined to be prudent.
The gentlemen behind clapped their hands and applauded, and Toad heard them saying,
‘How well she does it!
Fancy a washerwoman driving a car as well as that, the first time!’
Toad went a little faster; then faster still, and faster.
He heard the gentlemen call out warningly,
‘Be careful, washerwoman!’
And this annoyed him, and he began to lose his head.
The driver tried to interfere, but he pinned him down in his seat with one elbow, and put on full speed.
The rush of air in his face, the hum of the engines, and the light jump of the car beneath him intoxicated his weak brain.
‘Washerwoman, indeed!’ he shouted recklessly.
‘Ho! ho!
I am the Toad, the motor-car snatcher, the prison-breaker, the Toad who always escapes!
Sit still, and you shall know what driving really is, for you are in the hands of the famous, the skilful, the entirely fearless Toad!’
With a cry of horror the whole party rose and flung themselves on him.
‘Seize him!’ they cried, ‘seize the Toad, the wicked animal who stole our motor-car!
Bind him, chain him, drag him to the nearest police-station!
Down with the desperate and dangerous Toad!’
Alas! they should have thought, they ought to have been more prudent, they should have remembered to stop the motor-car somehow before playing any pranks of that sort.
With a half-turn of the wheel the Toad sent the car crashing through the low hedge that ran along the roadside.
One mighty bound, a violent shock, and the wheels of the car were churning up the thick mud of a horse-pond.
Toad found himself flying through the air with the strong upward rush and delicate curve of a swallow.
He liked the motion, and was just beginning to wonder whether it would go on until he developed wings and turned into a Toad-bird, when he landed on his back with a thump, in the soft rich grass of a meadow.
Sitting up, he could just see the motor-car in the pond, nearly submerged; the gentlemen and the driver, encumbered by their long coats, were floundering helplessly in the water.
He picked himself up rapidly, and set off running across country as hard as he could, scrambling through hedges, jumping ditches, pounding across fields, till he was breathless and weary, and had to settle down into an easy walk.
When he had recovered his breath somewhat, and was able to think calmly, he began to giggle, and from giggling he took to laughing, and he laughed till he had to sit down under a hedge.
‘Ho, ho!’ he cried, in ecstasies of self-admiration,
‘Toad again!
Toad, as usual, comes out on the top!
Who was it got them to give him a lift?
Who managed to get on the front seat for the sake of fresh air?
Who persuaded them into letting him see if he could drive?
Who landed them all in a horse-pond?
Who escaped, flying gaily and unscathed through the air, leaving the narrow-minded, grudging, timid excursionists in the mud where they should rightly be?
Why, Toad, of course; clever Toad, great Toad, good Toad!’
Then he burst into song again, and chanted with uplifted voice –