"Well, well!" said he. "So it's Bobby's kite, is it?"
He put it under the seat, got into the buggy and drove toward home.
Father meant to give the kite to Bobby as soon as he reached home, but when he drove into the yard, there was a man waiting to see him on business; so he forgot all about it.
Bobby's big brother John unhitched Prince, put him into the stable and pushed the buggy into the carriage-house.
So there was Bobby's fine kite lying under the buggy seat, all unknown.
The next day, Grandfather helped Bobby make another kite. But perhaps it was not made of the right kind of wood, or the cross-piece was not at just the right place. Anyhow, it had not gone up far when it dived to the ground and was broken.
That evening Bobby told Father all about his kites. Then Father remembered something; but he said nothing about it just then.
The next morning, he called Bobby to him. "I have a present for you," he said. "Come to the carriage-house and you may see it."
"What is it like?" asked Bobby, as they walked along.
"It is something that flies," said Father.