So Laddie let go of the string of his brother's kite, and began to pull in on his own. As he did so Russ's sank lower and lower, falling like a leaf, from side to side. But as Laddie pulled on his cord his kite went higher and higher into the air, until, getting to a place higher up, where the wind was blowing stronger, it was out of danger. But Russ's kite floated lower and lower, and Laddie dared not let go his own string to pull in his brother's. Just then Russ came running back with the cord he at last had found. "Where's my kite?" he cried, as he reached the lot, and did not see his kite in the air. "It started to come down, and so did mine, but I couldn't pull 'em both," said his brother. "I'm sorry, but----" "Oh, well, maybe I can pull it up," said Russ, who was not going to find fault with Laddie for what could not be helped. "I'll wind up the string as fast as I can." So he did this, and at last he saw his kite come into sight above the houses in the next street. But the wind, low down, was not strong enough to carry the kite up again, and Russ saw that it was of no use. His kite still fluttered from side to side. "I can't get it up again this way," he said to Laddie. "I've got to pull it all the way down, and then send it up again. And I'll make it go terrible high this time, 'cause I've got a lot of string." "When mine comes down I'm going to send it up higher," said Laddie. But his kite was still well up in the air. Russ pulled and pulled on his string, and finally he had his kite where he could see it. It was floating over the street near the vacant lot, and Russ was pulling it toward him, when, all of a sudden, something happened. A woman, with a large hat on, was walking along the street, right under Russ's kite. Suddenly the kite swooped down, until the dangling tail touched the woman's hat. Russ, not seeing what had taken place, kept on pulling on the string, winding it in. And, of course, you can easily guess what happened. "Stop! Stop it, little boy!" called the woman. "Stop pulling on your kite string!" "What for?" asked Russ, who had been looking at the stick on which he was winding his cord, wondering if it would be large enough to hold it all. "Because you're pulling off my hat!" And that is just what Russ was doing. The tail of the kite had become tangled in the trimming on the woman's hat, and Russ was pulling it off her head. "Oh, please stop, little boy!" she cried, and she had to run along, following the kite across the street. Then Russ stopped winding the string, and the woman, putting up her hands, took hold of the kite tail, so it did not quite pull off her hat. But it almost did. "I--I'm sorry," Russ said, as he saw what had happened.