“Well, I guess we’ll get this kite up in the air after a while,” said Jimmie, when they were once more ready. “Jan, you’d better keep watch and see if we get tangled up with any more things.”
“I will,” promised the little girl.
But nothing else happened, and this time the kite went away up in the air, darting here and there like some big bird. Ted and Jimmie took turns holding the string, and then they let Jan feel how strongly the kite pulled.
Then they sent up “messengers”—bits of paper, pierced with a hole so they could slide up the slanting string, all the way to the kite high in the air. The wind blew up the “messengers,” and the two boys pretended they were at war, and were generals sending word to their soldiers about the “enemy,” hidden in the tall weeds.
Ted and Jimmie were sitting down in the grass, watching the kite floating in the air far above them, when Jan, who was tying some leaves together to make a sort of baby doll, called:
“Here comes Hal!”
The two boys looked up to see the lame chap hopping toward them, a smile on his face.
“I came over to see your kite,” he explained. “I saw it from the field where I was sitting, and I wondered who had it up so high. It’s a dandy!”
“It’s higher than it was a while ago, when it tried to take up our old rooster,” laughed Jimmie.
“Take up a rooster? Oh, I’d like to see that!” cried Hal.