A BALLOON RIDE

Sun (Auckland), Volume II, Issue 532, 8 December 1928, Page 31

A BALLOON RIDE

“Balloo —oons!” called the man in .the street, and Patsy bought a bright green one. Then she tied her doll, Amelia, to the end of the string, and sent the balloon sailing out of the nursery window. It was a windy day, and the little breezes blew under the balloon, bobbing it up toward the sky, and chased along beside it, teasing poor Amelia, and crying: “Don’t you love ballooning?” Amelia didn’t like it much. “I’d like to be blown back again, please,” she said, politely. But the breezes laughed and went on blowing the balloon higher and higher. Patsy watched from the window. “Jf it rains, poor Amelia will have her curls washed quite straight,” she thought, dismayed. So she took the rod out of the curtains and when the end of the balloon string bobbed opposite the window, she poked the rod in Amelia’s best silk frock and pulled her in. The breezes were so cross that they blew the balloon against a spikey bit of wall, and —POP! it disappeared. *1 don’t care,” said Patsy, hugging Amelia. “I can get another balloon like that one, but I couldn’t ever find another doll like you, darling.”