And so it did, going up much better and easier than the one with the tail. And it flew higher, too, and pulled much harder.
“I wish I had a kite of my own,” said Janet wistfully, after she had been given a few turns at holding the string of the boys’ kite.
“I’ll make you one,” promised Hal. “It’ll be bigger than this, if I can get longer sticks.”
“I’ll get ’em,” offered Jimmie, and this, a few days later, he did. So Jan had her kite, and it was a good flier, too.
“It’s more fun to play with this than with a doll,” said the little Curlytop girl after she and Ted had gone back to Cherry Farm. “A kite does something, and a doll can’t unless you do it for her.”
“If you hide a ham bone under her dress a dog will carry her off,” said Grandpa Martin, and the children laughed.
The Curlytops and their friends had fun flying kites and doing many other things during the vacation days at Cherry Farm. One morning Ted called to his sister:
“I say, Jan, come on down to the brook-pasture,” and he pointed toward a large field, through which ran a little brook.
“What are you going to do down there?” asked Jan.
“You’ll see,” answered her brother, and Jan saw that he had a piece of clothesline coiled under his blouse. “Come on, you’ll see. I’m going to learn to be a Wild West cowboy!”