"A city's no place to fly kites," said Laddie. "We ought to be in the country."
"We ought to be at Grandma Bell's," agreed Russ. "That was a dandy place to fly kites—big fields and no telegraph wires to tangle the tail in."
However, they managed, after some hard work, to get their kites up into the air, and then they sat in the lot, holding the strings and sending up messengers.
CHAPTER XX
THE JUMPING ROPE
"My kite's higher than yours," said Laddie, as he looked at his plaything, away up in the air, and then at his brother's.
"Well, I haven't let out all my string yet," Russ answered. "I can make mine go up a lot higher than yours when I unwind some more cord, and I'm going to."
"I'm going to send up another messenger," said Laddie. "I haven't got any more string to let out, but maybe I could get some."
He took a small piece of paper, put a hole in it, and then slipped through this hole the stick to which his kite cord was tied. Then the piece of paper went sailing up the kite string, twirling around and around until it was half way to the kite itself.