Suchamerrytimeastheyhad!runningandshouting，sendingupthekitesorpullingthemdown，watchingtheiranticsintheair，andfeelingthemtugatthestringlikelivecreaturestryingtoescape。Nanwasquitewildwiththefun，Daisythoughtthenewplaynearlyasinterestingasdolls，andlittleBesswassofondofher“bootite，“thatshewouldonlyletitgoonveryshortflights，preferringtoholditinherlapandlookattheremarkablepicturespaintedonitbyTommy’sdashingbrush。Mrs。
Joenjoyedhersimmensely，anditactedasifitknewwhoownedit，foritcametumblingdownheadfirstwhenleastexpected，caughtontrees，nearlypitchedintotheriver，andfinallydartedawaytosuchaheightthatitlookedamerespeckamongtheclouds。
Byandbyeveryonegottired，andfasteningthekite-stringstotreesandfences，allsatdowntorest，exceptMr。Bhaer，whowentofftolookatthecows，withTeddyonhisshoulder。
“Didyoueverhavesuchagoodtimeasthisbefore？“askedNat，astheylayaboutonthegrass，nibblingpennyroyallikeaflockofsheep。
“NotsinceIlastflewakite，yearsago，whenIwasagirl，“answeredMrs。Jo。