“Sailing high up over the town, Here I come again, down, down, down.” Sure enough, down came the little dwarf, holding to the kite. “Want to fly now?” he asked. “It is lots of fun.” The little boy lost no time, you may be sure, in taking hold of the kite string. He took hold of the string and the kite began to pull. “Hold on tight!” shouted the little dwarf. “Hold on tight!” Then the little boy went up, up, up, over the tree-tops, and over the houses until he came to the stars! My, but he was away up high in the sky! [Illustration: “_The little boy went up, up, up, until he came to the stars_”] The stars were so bright he winked and blinked his eyes, and suddenly he forgot to keep hold of the string, and down, down, down he fell to earth again, and his kite flew away and he never saw it again! “Did the fall hurt him?” asked Molly. “Did he truly lose his kite forever?” asked Polly. The Ink-Bottle Papa said, “The boy was not hurt at all, for he fell on his mother’s feather bed that she had out on the porch airing!” “Oh my!” cried all the Babies at once. “What fun it would be to fall on a feather bed! We wish we could fly and fall in soft places, too!” Just then Molly gave a little cry, and Polly gave a little cry. What do you suppose was happening? They felt their kites pulling so hard that they began to go up, up, up. Before the Ink-Bottle Papa could stop them they had sailed out of sight! The Ink-Bottle Babies said to the Papa, “We will go home and ask Mamma what to do. She always tells us what to do!” Molly and Polly went up, and up, and up, and then just as suddenly they began to go down, and down, and down. They said, “We wonder if we will come down on a feather bed?” Did they come down on a feather bed? Oh no, they came down to a hole in the ground, and they went down in the hole, down, down, and they still held their kite strings, and they cried, “What a jolly ride, up and down, up and down.” Pretty soon they came to a stop and landed right in a strawberry-bed. They were so pleased to see the strawberries, that they forgot about their kites for the first time and let go of the strings. They began to pick berries and eat them as fast as they could. [Illustration: “_Led them into a room full of toys_”] While they were eating away a little old woman came in and cried, “Fi-go-fee, what do I see, Children as sure as sure can be!” Then Molly and Polly stopped eating and made a bow and said, “We hope it does not annoy you to have us eat strawberries. You have so many of them, and we rode here all the way with our kites!” Then the little old woman looked out of the window and saw the kites floating away. She clapped her hands and cried, “Come with me, come with me, Many curious sights you’ll see!” Then she took Molly and Polly by the hand and led them into a room full of toys. The little old woman cried, “See the toys, the many toys, Lost by careless girls and boys!”