But Stormy was trying out little kicks of her own, kiting away, falling to her knees, picking herself up, yet always keeping out of reach.
"She knows just how far to stay away," Paul laughed proudly.
"Why, they're brimful of spirit after all the doin's!" Grandma exclaimed. "Wisht I felt like that."
"I feel spry as a hopper-grass," Grandpa boasted.
"So do I," Maureen said.
"I don't," Paul declared. "I feel better ... and bigger ... and wilder."
"How do you mean, Paul?" Grandma asked.
He pointed a finger to the darkening sky. "See that gull 'way up yonder heading into a cloud?"