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“We’ve been helping the sun to rise,” said Mona,
merrily,

“No, no,” said Willie; “we’ve only been having
a peep at him in bed, before he got up.”

“Oh, yes,” chimed in Mona. “And he was so
fast asleep!—and snoring,” she added, with a comical
expression and tone, as if it were a thing not to be
mentioned save as a secret.

But Willie did not like the word, and her father
was of the same mind.

“No, no,” said Mr Shepherd; “that’s not
respectful, Mona. I don’t like you to talk that
way, even in fun, of the great light of the earth.
There are more good reasons for objecting to it
than you would quite understand yet. Willie
would not talk like that, Iam sure. Tell me what
you have been about, my boy.”

Willie explained the whole matter, and asked if
he might call Mona the next time he went out with
his kite in the morning. os

Mr Shepherd consented at once; and Mona said
he had only to call from his window into their
garden, and she would be sure to hear him even if
she was asleep.

The next thing Willie did was to construct a
small windlass in the garden, with which to wind
up or let out the string of the kite; and when the
next fit morning arrived, Mona and he went out
together. The wind blowing right through the