"When he takes us out, we have to go where he likes, and fly when he chooses us to fly," said the Kite. "Now I mean, we'll fly young Walter."
"Eh?" said the String.
The String was rather sleepy-headed, and didn't take in new ideas very quickly. He was so astonished now that he unrolled himself several yards, and wriggled about round the Kite, to look at him, as if he must be out of his mind.
"Eh?" said all the Tails, after a flutter of surprise. But they thought it was a joke, and that the Kite only meant to be funny. The Kite straightened himself, and looked very important. "When I say a thing, I mean it," said he, in a dignified manner.
"Well, but—" said one Tail, timidly.
"Well, but what?" snapped the Kite. "You don't know what you're talking about. I say we'll fly—"
At that minute up came Walter. He took hold of the Kite, and was winding up the String, when the Kite said—
"Master Walter, let's fly you to day!"
Walter stared and laughed.