. Little folks in Busy-land . As the car passed the child,he tossed the kite high in theair and shouted: The wind is just rightTo fly my kite,With a rush of string,Like a real live thing! Up, up toward the skySee my kite the tall trees,It sails on the breeze. Away flew the kite bird,and Clara was surprised tosee what a long tail it had. As the car turned thenext corner they saw an-other boy sailing boats in abig, muddy puddle. Look !Look ! cried Clara, wavingher hand to the boy. Hetook one of his boats fromthe puddle and held it up for her to see. 17

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