JUST THE DAY FOR KITES.

Pahiatua Herald, Volume XXXV, Issue 10435, 5 January 1927, Page 7

JUST THE DAY FOR KITES.

WINDY DAYS. A big, blustering, high wind was blowing over the paddocks. It. was just the right day for flying kites, thought Micky. Daddy had made linn a lovely big blue one, with a long, curly tail. Micky dressed quickly, ■eeling happier than he had felt ior a long time. You see he had been lonely for some days because he had quarrelled with Daphne. She was his best friend, who lived next door. It had been a silly quarrel about some marbles, and Micky was longing to make it up again. Daddy took Mickey to give him a little lesson in filing. But be could not stay long. “Don’t let out too much cord, Micky,” lie said, on saying good-bye, “else tlie wind might carry your kite off.”

Micky promised to be careful, and soon he was alone. It was very exciting running before tlie wind with the kite swirling and tossing above liim. Then he noticed that his shoelace was undone. So be threw down the stick round which the cord was twisted and bent to do it up. When lie looked up again lie gave a cry. For a big gust of wind had curried kite and stick away. When he child get hold o*f the stick ax last there was only just enough cord left to twist round his hand. He held on to it tightly, and looked up into the sky lor his. kite. What a. tiny speck it looked ! Would he ever be able to bring it, down to safety again? Then Micky gasped. Oh, really, dreadful things were happening today ! Another kite, a bit of a bigger speck than lnjs ow n, was approaching hi®. And then in a second the wind bad mixed the two kites up!

And at tlie same time the cord in bis bands was pulled and pulled upwards. Micky bad to hang on to it with both bands, and be felt as if lie might be lilted off his two feet any minute.

“Oh, hear,” he cried. “I wish Daddy were here!” Bat Daddy w as far away., The wind was getting even stronger. It blew and howled and tossed the kites about. At last, with a sharp wrench, tlie stick and cord and all shot up out of Micky’s hand. He had lost liis blue kite ! But still there was a chance that the owner out the other kite might bring them down. So, looking up anxiously, Micky began to run forward. Could he believe his eyes ? The kites seemed to be suddenly coming dow n quite quickly. Micky gave a cry of joy and went on running. Howlovely if he could get his kite hack after all!

Then he suddenly saw- that it was Daphne and her Daddy who were flying the other kite. Daphne’s Daddy was saving them both.

M ith a lurch and a swoop, the two kites, with their tails m a great old tangle, came down to the ground with a. rush.

Both children sprang to the rescue and banged into each other. “Oil!” said Micky, “liow nice to see you ! And how clever vour Daddv is 1”

“Yes,’’ said Daphne. “Shall we risk him to hell) us fly our kites together to-morrow ?’’

And so the quarrel was made up. and those two kites sailed about merrily together on every windy dav.