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6. We presently found a nice grassplot, at one side of which I took my
stand; and all things being prepared, I tossed the kite up just as little
John ran off. It rose with all the dignity of a balloon, and promised a
lofty flight; but John, delighted to find it pulling so hard at the
string, stopped short to look upward and admire. The string slackened, the
kite wavered, and, the wind not being very favorable, down came the kite
to the grass. "O John, you should not have stopped," said I. "However, try
again."
7. "I won't try any more," replied he, rather sullenly. "It is of no use,
you see. The kite won't fly, and I don't want to be plagued with it any
longer." "Oh, fie, my little man! would you give up the sport, after all
the pains we have taken both to make and to fly the kite? A few
disappointments ought not to discourage us. Come, I have wound up your
string, and now try again."
8. And he did try, and succeeded, for the kite was carried upward on the
breeze as lightly as a feather; and when the string was all out, John
stood in great delight, holding fast the stick and gazing on the kite,
which now seemed like a little white speck in the blue sky.
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