Bobby climbed into the buggy and reached under the seat and began to pull something out.
"Why, it looks just like the tail to my kite," said he.
"Why, it is my kite," he shouted, as he saw his name on the cross-piece. "Where did you get it?"
Father told him.
"I'll tie the string together and fly it again," said Bobby.
"You had better get some stronger cord," said Father. "I might not happen to find it if it flew away again."
Bobby rode to the village when John went to the blacksmith shop. He went to Mr. Brown's store and bought a ball of strong cord. Then he ran all the way home with it, because he did not want to wait for the blacksmith to finish shoeing the horse.
And it wasn't long before Bobby's kite had climbed high into the sky again.
People driving along the road saw it and said, "What a fine kite!"
Father saw it this time.