When Gran’pa and Gran’ma saw the children fly over the fence they could scarcely believe their eyes. They shouted as loudly as possible for Janey and Johnny to come back.
And when the children circled above the farm in their home-made Flying Machine, all the neighbors, hearing the cries of the two old people, came running over to the farm and watched the strange sight.
When the home-made Flying Machine rapidly disappeared in the sky the two old people put their arms around each other and wept like children.
Of course there was nothing they could do, so they went into the house and sat down upon the old couch.
“They were such good children!” Gran’ma sobbed.
“They were always good children!” Gran’pa cried. “Oh dear! Oh dear!”
All the rest of the day the old people thought of Janey and Johnny and wondered what had become of them.
“I wish we could go in search of them!” Gran’pa said.
“Where did they get such a wonderful Flying Machine?” Gran’ma asked as she wiped the tears from Gran’pa’s eyes and her own with her apron.
“They made it from an old box and some boards I had left after finishing my chicken coop!” Gran’pa told her.