“I’m afraid we’ll have a heavy storm,” said Grandma anxiously. “We have had such a long dry spell and it’s been so hot. I’d hate to be caught among these trees in a heavy wind.”
“Don’t worry, Mother,” replied Grandpa. “We’ll be home before the first drops come. Shall I carry you, Sunny?”
Sunny, who was running to keep up with them, shook his head. He did not want to be carried like a baby. Soon it grew darker and darker and the wind began to blow in earnest. He pressed closer to Grandpa.
“Don’t be afraid,” said Grandpa kindly. “We’ll be out of the woods in another minute and then we’ll scoot across the brook and be home.”
He put out a hand to help Grandmother, when with a tremendous blast a gust of wind made them all stop to catch their breath. They saw it bend a tree at the edge of the clearing and heard the tree snap loudly as it broke and fell across the path. Bruce howled—he was nervous, poor animal.
“Mercy!” gasped Grandma. “I said we’d have a bad storm. There! I felt a raindrop. My father always said the worst was over when the rain began.”
They hurried on, anxious not to get wet, and Sunny Boy was the first to reach the fallen tree.
“We have to go over it,” he shouted back, and began to scramble up, holding on to the branches.
“Grandpa,” they heard him scream a moment later. “Hurry! Come quick! Here’s my kite! The Lib’ty Bonds kite!”
Sure enough, there it was, just as it had caught in the tree—the missing kite. And still pasted to the strips of wood were Grandpa’s two five-hundred-dollar Liberty Bonds!