o high there
was no danger of the children sliding off. Bunny's kite was soon flying
in the air, and he and Sue took turns holding the string, as they sat on
cushions on the roof. Wopsie stood near, looking on.

[Illustration: "I NEVER FLIED A KITE LIKE THIS BEFORE," LAUGHED
BUNNY--"UP ON A HOUSE ROOF."

_Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Aunt Lu's City Home._ _Page 192._]

"I never flied a kite like this before," laughed Bunny--"up on a house
roof."

CHAPTER XX

THE PLAY PARTY

High up in the air flew Bunny Brown's kite. The wind blew very hard on
the high roof of Aunt Lu's house, harder than it blew down in the
street. And, too, on the roof, there were no trees to catch the kite's
tail and pull it. I think a kite doesn't like its tail pulled any more
than a pussy cat, or a puppy dog does. Anyhow, nothing pulled the tail
of Bunny's kite.

"Doesn't it fly fine!" cried Sue, as Bunny let out more and more of the
ball of cord.

"Yes," he answered. "I'll let you hold it awhile, Sue, after it gets up
higher."

"And will you let Wopsie hold it, too?" asked the little girl.

Sue was very kind hearted, and she always wanted to have the lonely
little colored girl share in the joys and pleasures that Bunny and his
sister so often had.

"Sure, Wopsie can fly the kite!" Bunny answered. "It's almost up high
enough now. Pretty soon it will be up near the clouds. Then I'll let you
and Wopsie hold it awhile."

Up and up went the kite, higher and higher. The wind was blowing harder
than ever, sweeping over the roof, and Bunny moved back from the high
rail for fear that, after all, the kite might pull him over. Pretty soon
he had let out all the cord, except what was tied to a clothes pin his
aunt had given him, and Bunny said:

"Now you can hold the kite, Sue. But keep it tight, so it won't pull
away from you."

Sue did not come up to take the string, as Bunny thought she would.
Instead, Sue said:

"I--I guess Wopsie can take my turn, Bunny. I don't want to hold the
kite. Let Wopsie."

"Why, I thought you wanted to," the little boy said.

"Well, I--I did, but I don't want to now," and Sue looked at the kite,
high up in the air above the roof.

"Come on, Wopsie!" called Bunny to the little colored girl. "You can
hold the kite awhile."

Wopsie shook her kinky, black, curly head.

"No, sah, Bunny! I don't want t' hold no kite nohow!" she said.

"Why not?" Bunny wanted to know.

"Jest 'case as how I d