"By Jove!" cried Ralph, running to her, "did anybody--"
"Oh, take care!" exclaimed Redbud, hastening to her friend's
assistance.
"It is nothing!" Fanny said; "I can hold it."
And to prove this, she let go the string, which was cutting her hand
in two.
The poor kite! loosed from the sustaining hand, from the earth, which,
so to speak, held it up--it sees its hopes of elevation in the world
all dashed with disappointment and obscured. It is doomed!
But no! A new friend comes to its rescue--deserted by the lords and
ladies of creation, the lesser creature takes it under his protection.
Longears is the rescuer. Longears has watched the messenger we have
mentioned with deep interest, as it lays upon the string and flutters;
Longears imagines that it is a bee of the species called yellow-jacket
challenging him to combat. Consequently, Longears no sooner sees the
string dart from Fanny's hand, than believing the enemy about to
escape him, he springs toward it and catches it in his mouth.
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