Away it went, higher and higher, till there was no need for the holder to run, and consequently he began to walk back towards Tizzy, unwinding more and more string till there was but little left, when the string was placed in Tizzy's hands, and, breathless and flushed with excitement, she held on, watching the soaring framework of paper, with its wings fluttering and its tail invisible all but the round knob at the end, sailing about in the air.
But alas! how short-lived are some of our pleasures! That fine twine was badly made, or one part was damaged, for, just when poor Tizzy's little arm was being jerked by the kite in its efforts to escape and fly higher, the string parted about half-way, and the kite learned that, like many animated creatures, it could not fly alone, for it went off before the wind, falling and falling most pitifully, with Ned going at full speed after the flying string which trailed over the grass.

He caught up to it at last, but too late, for it was just as the kite plunged into the top of one of the highest trees by the river, and there it stuck.
Tizzy came crying up, while Ned jerked and tugged at the string till he knew that if he pulled harder the kite would be torn; but there it stuck, and Tizzy wept.
"Oh," she cried, "and such a beautiful kite as it was!" "Don't you cry," said Ned, caressing her.

"I'll soon get it again." "Oh, but you can't, Teddy!" "Can't I ?" he cried, setting his teeth.

"I'll soon show you.

Hold this string." As his sister caught the string the boy dashed to the tree.
"Oh, Teddy, don't; you'll fall--you'll fall!" cried Tizzy.
"That I won't," he said stoutly.