te. And after that is done I'll go
along and see if I can find an adventure."

"That will be fun!" cried Tommie. "I have everything all ready to make
the kite--paper, sticks, paste and string. We'll make a big one and
fly it away up in the air."

So off through the woods started Uncle Wiggily and Tommie to the five
and ten cent store. There they bought the diamond earrings for Nurse
Jane, who wanted to wear them to a party Mrs. Cluck-Cluck, the hen
lady, was going to have next week.

"And now to make the kite!" cried Tommie, as he and Uncle Wiggily
reached the house where the Kat family lived.

The bunny uncle and the little kitten boy cut out some red paper in the
shape of a kite. Then they pasted it on the crossed sticks, which were
tied together with string.

"The kite is almost done," said Uncle Wiggily, as he held it up. "And
can you tell me, Tommie, why your kite is like Buddy, the guinea pig
boy?"

"Can I tell you why my kite is like Buddy, the guinea pig boy?"
repeated Tommie, like a man in a minstrel show. "No, Uncle Wiggily, I
can not. Why is my kite like Buddy, the guinea pig boy?"

"Because," laughed the old rabbit gentleman, "this kite has no tail and
neither has Buddy."

"Ha, ha!" exclaimed Tommie. "That's right!"

For guinea pigs have no tails, you know, though if you ask me why I
can't tell you. Some kites do have tails, though, and others do not.

Anyhow, Tommie's kite, without a tail, was soon finished, and then he
and Uncle Wiggily went to a clear, open place in the fields, near the
woods, to fly it.

There was a good wind blowing, and when Uncle Wiggily raised the kite
up off the ground, Tommie ran, holding the string that was fast to the
kite and up and up and up it went in the air. Soon it was sailing
quite near the clouds, almost like Uncle Wiggily's airship, only, of
course, no one rode on the kite.

"Have you any more string, Uncle Wiggily?" asked the kitten boy, after
a bit.

"String, Tommie? What for?"

"Well, I want to make my kite string longer so it will go up higher.
But if you have none I'll run home and get some myself. Will you hold
the kite while I'm gone?"

"To be sure I will," said Uncle Wiggily. So he took hold of the string
of Tommie's kite, which was now quite high in the air. And, sitting
down on the ground, Uncle Wiggily held the kite from running away while
Tommie went for more string.

It was a nice, warm, summer day, and so pleasant in the