Then the dwarf took the little boy’s kite and he blew on it until it became bigger and stronger and it was indeed very hard to hold.
The little dwarf then took hold of the string and the kite pulled harder and harder and harder, and soon it lifted the little dwarf off of his feet. He did not let go of the string.
The little dwarf went up, up, up among the clouds. Soon the little boy could see only a speck among the clouds. He was beginning to be sorry he had loaned the dwarf his kite, for he was afraid he would never see it again.
Then he heard a whistle and a voice called out,
“Sailing high up over the town,
Here I come again, down, down, down.”
Sure enough, down came the little dwarf, holding to the kite.
“Want to fly now?” he asked. “It is lots of fun.”
The little boy lost no time, you may be sure, in taking hold of the kite string. He took hold of the string and the kite began to pull.
“Hold on tight!” shouted the little dwarf. “Hold on tight!”