Bobby hunted until he found the sticks and the string and the paper. Then they made a fine kite.
Mother helped, too. She made the paste of flour and water, and found bright strips of cloth for the tail. Then she wrote his name on the cross-stick—Bobby Hill.
Sister Sue went along to help him start it.
Up, up, went the kite into the sky.
"Ha, ha!" said Mr. Wind. "Here's some fun. I'll take that kite up to the clouds."
"Good!" said the little white clouds. "Here comes a kite to visit us."
"Up, up, went the kite into the sky"
It was not long before the cord was all unwound, and the kite looked like a speck against the sky.