Sue was very kind hearted, and she always wanted to have the lonely little colored girl share in the joys and pleasures that Bunny and his sister so often had.
"Sure, Wopsie can fly the kite!" Bunny answered. "It's almost up high enough now. Pretty soon it will be up near the clouds. Then I'll let you and Wopsie hold it awhile."
Up and up went the kite, higher and higher. The wind was blowing harder than ever, sweeping over the roof, and Bunny moved back from the high rail for fear that, after all, the kite might pull him over. Pretty soon he had let out all the cord, except what was tied to a clothes pin his aunt had given him, and Bunny said:
"Now you can hold the kite, Sue. But keep it tight, so it won't pull away from you."
Sue did not come up to take the string, as Bunny thought she would. Instead, Sue said:
"I—I guess Wopsie can take my turn, Bunny. I don't want to hold the kite. Let Wopsie."
"Why, I thought you wanted to," the little boy said.
"Well, I—I did, but I don't want to now," and Sue looked at the kite, high up in the air above the roof.
"Come on, Wopsie!" called Bunny to the little colored girl. "You can hold the kite awhile."
Wopsie shook her kinky, black, curly head.