ing the delightful task of rolling the ball along the grass to
unwind enough for the first flight; and then, after Ned had thrown a
stray goose-feather to make sure which way the wind blew, this being
towards the tall poplars, Tizzy was set to hold up the kite as high as
she could.
"Mind and don't tread on its tail, Tiz," shouted Ned, as he ran off to
where the ball of spring lay on the grass.
"No; it's stretched right out," she cried.
"Ready?" shouted Ned.
"Yes."
"Higher then. Now, off!"
The string tightened as the boy ran off facing the wind, and, as if glad
to be released, the kite seemed to pluck itself out of its holder's
hands and darted aloft, the little girl clapping her hands with glee.
For it was a good kite, Ned being a clever maker, of two summers'
experience. Away it went, higher and higher, till there was no need for
the holder to run, and consequently he began to walk back towards Tizzy,
unwinding more and more string till there was but little left, when the
string was placed in Tizzy's hands, and, breathless and flushed with
excitement, she held on, watching the soaring framework of paper, with
its wings fluttering and its tail invisible all but the round knob at
the end, sailing about in the air.
But alas! how short-lived are some of our pleasures! That fine twine
was badly made, or one part was damaged, for, just when poor Tizzy's
little arm was being jerked by the kite in its efforts to escape and fly
higher, the string parted about half-way, and the kite learned that,
like many animated creatures, it could not fly alone, for it went off
before the wind, falling and falling most pitifully, with Ned going at
full speed after the flying string which trailed over the grass. He
caught up to it at last, but too late, for it was just as the kite
plunged into the top of one of the highest trees by the river, and there
it stuck.
Tizzy came crying up, while Ned jerked and tugged at the string till he
knew that if he pulled harder the kite would be torn; but there it
stuck, and Tizzy wept.
"Oh," she cried, "and such a beautiful kite as it was!"
"Don't you cry," said Ned, caressing her. "I'll soon get it again."
"Oh, but you can't, Teddy!"
"Can't I?" he cried, setting his teeth. "I'll soon show you. Hold this
string."
As his sister caught the string the boy dashed to the tree.
"Oh, Teddy, don't; you'll fall--you'll fall!" cried Tizzy.
"That I won't," he said stoutly. "I
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