on't!" Wopsie explained.

"Is--is you afraid, same as I am?" asked Sue.

"Why, Sue!" cried Bunny. "You're not afraid to hold my kite; are you?"

"Yes I is, Bunny."

"What for?"

"'Cause it's so high up," Sue told him. "The wind blows it so hard, and
we're up on such a high roof, and the kite pulls so hard I'm afraid it
might take me up with it."

"That's jest what I'se skeered ob, too!" cried Wopsie. "I don't want t'
git carried off up to no cloud, no sah! I wants t' find mah aunt 'fore I
goes up to de sky!"

Bunny Brown laughed.

"Why this kite wouldn't pull you up!" he said. "It can't pull hard
enough for that. Come on, I'll let both of you hold it together. It
can't pull you both up."

"Shall we?" asked Sue, looking at Wopsie.

"Well, I will if yo' will," said the colored girl slowly.

Slowly and carefully Sue and Wopsie took hold of the kite string. No
sooner did they have it in their hands than there came a sudden puff of
wind, harder than before, and the kite pulled harder than ever.

"Oh, it's taking us up! It's taking us up!" cried Sue, and she let go
the string.

"I can't hold it all alone! I can't hold it all alone!" cried Wopsie. "I
don't want to go up to de clouds in de sky!"

And she, too, let go the cord. As it happened, Bunny did not have hold
of it just then, thinking his sister and Wopsie would hold it, so you
can easily guess what happened.

The strong wind carried the kite, string and all, away through the air,
the clothes pin, fast to the end of the cord, rattling along over the
roof.

"Oh, look!" cried Sue. "Your kite is loose, Bunny!"

"Cotch it! Cotch it!" shouted Wopsie, now that she saw what had
happened.

Bunny did not say it was the fault of his sister and the little colored
girl that the kite had gone sailing off by itself, though if the two
girls had held to the string it never would have happened. But Bunny was
too eager and anxious to get back his kite to say anything just then.

With a bound he sprang after the rolling clothes pin. But it kept just
beyond his reach. He could not get his hand on it. Faster and faster the
kite sailed away. Bunny was now running across the roof after the
clothes pin that was tied on the end of his kite cord.

Then, all of a sudden, the clothes pin was pulled over the edge of the
roof railing. Bunny could not get it. He stopped short at the edge of
the roof, and looked at his kite sailing far away.

"It--it's gone!" said Sue, in a