"It must touch the clouds," said Bobby.
Mother came out on the porch to look at it. People driving along the road saw Bobby holding the string and looked up into the sky. "What a fine kite!" they said.
Mr. Hill had gone to the city that morning.
"You had better leave it up until Father comes home; he will want to see it," said Sue, as she started back to the house.
Neighbor Newman's boy saw Bobby's kite and went into his house to make one. Boys in the village saw it and began to make kites.
When it had been flying for some time, the wind began to blow harder, and the kite tugged and tugged on the string.
Suddenly, there was a strong gust of wind.
Snap went the string.
Away went the kite.
Bobby ran after it, to catch it when it fell. But it soon blew out of sight over the patch of woods. Then he sadly wound up the string that was left and went slowly to the house.