The Ink-Bottle Babies all sat down. They still held on to the strings of their kites.
The Ink-Bottle Papa began his story of The Magic Kite:
Once upon a time a little boy made a kite. He made the kite of paper and string.
Then the little boy was very happy, and he said,
“Blow, merry wind, blow; my kite and I
Along with the breezes will fly, and fly.”
Just then a voice said,
“Perhaps you can fly,
If you only try!”