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“No,” said Willie;” something better than the
lightning—the sunlight.”

“Ts that all?” said Mona, disappointed.

“Why, Mona, isn’t the sunlight a better thing
than the lightning ?” said philosophical Willie.

“Yes, I dare say; but you can have it any
time.”

“That only makes it the more valuable. But
it’s not quite true when you think of it. You can’t —
have it now, except from my ball.”

“Oh, yes, I can,” cried Mona; “for there he comes
himself.”

And there, to be sure, was the first blinding arc
of the sun rising over the eastern hill, Both of
them forgot the kite, and turned to watch the great
marvel of the heavens, throbbing and pulsing like
a sea of flame. When they turned again to the
kite they could see the golden ball no longer. Its
work was over; it had told them the sun was
coming, and now, when the sun was come, it was
not wanted any more, Willie began to draw in his
string and roll it up on its stick, slowly pulling
down to the earth the soaring sun-scout he had
sent aloft for the news. He had never flown any-
thing like such a large kite before, and he found it
difficult to reclaim.

“Will you take me out with you next time,
Willie?” asked Mona, pleadingly. “I do so like

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