BOBBY JUMPS

Evening Star, Issue 22026, 11 May 1935, Page 5

BOBBY JUMPS

“ Just the day for trying my new kite!” said Bobby, when he looked out of the window and saw the trees bending before the wind. “ i’ll go to the common,”

The common was a jolly place. it .slopes down a steep hill, and there was plenty of' room to play; and, better still, there were no notices saying “ Keep off the grass.” The kite was a big one, box shaped, and rather difficult to handle; at least, Bobby found it so when he tried to send it up. “ Try coming down with it,” called a friendly man who saw the boy’s troubled “ Carry it to the top, and then you will have the wind right for Uying.it,” he added. Bobby said: “ Thank you. 1 will.” lie trudged up the steep hill, and when at last he reached the top he let out his string, and was delighted to feel te tug of the kije. “That’s more like it!!’ he cried, as lie started to run down the grassy slope, I

The kite was, helping him along—helning him top much, as he soon found, for he was rushing so fast that soon he could not stop. “ And there’s a nasty steep place just ahead,” he thought. “Whatever shall I do? If 1 let go the string and roll on the grass 1 shall lose'my kite, and perhaps get hurt, too.” All at once he saw that he was rush-' ing straight on tp a white tablecloth, on which a picnic lunch was spread. There was only one thing ho could do to prevent himself from wrecking that picnic. He gave a great leap into the air, felt the mighty tug of the kite string at his wrist, and managed, onlv just in time, to tuck up his legs under him. He - had only just cleared the cloth and the people sitting round when the string broke. He fell with a hump, and then went rolling on down the hillside.

As he slowed down and scrambled to his feet he'found that the stranger who had spoken to him earlier in the morning had come to see if he were hurt “ No bones broken, I hope! Upon my .word! You are a resourceful follow! 1 never thought you would be able to dodge ns.” “ Sorry.” said- Bobby, with his eye on a speck in the sky. “No hope,” he thought. Soon it would he gone for ever. His friend looked at the kite. too. “Sit down and get your wind,” he said, kindly. “ I’ll sprint, on down the hill and try to recover it for you.” “ Oh. will you?” said Bobby. “ Thanks so much.”

And sure enough, in less than no time, the precious' kite was safely in his hands.