Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-04-16
4 KITE and A CURL
BY ROSE MILLER.


in the cool shade of the orchard trees.
Now, son, our kite is finished all
but the tai!-we need something bright
and fyaway for the end of our tall
suppose you go up to the house and
ask Mrs. Keppy for bit of red ribbon
or tape or something"
Sammy darted away among the
trees, lodged under the fence and
made detour through the bayfield,.
Professor Irving whistled over his
task, and when it was completed he
threw himself back on the grass and,
pipe in mouth, dreamily watched the
clouds.
81 have gotted fyaway, daddy" an
nounced Sammy's voice.
Professor Irving sat up, yawned, and
in the very act paused with his mouth
wide open. He stared at the trophy
in Sammy's grimy hand.
What is that?" he Numbered at
last.
TITS a pretty curl-er, flyaway,
daddy"
Where did you get it?" sternly.
81 found it," evasively.
''Where?"
"Garden!"
We'll, of all the amazing things!"
commented his father, taking the long
silken curl that chung to his fingers
in the most annoying manner.
He smiled as he folded the curl
carefully and tucked it into his note
book.
"Sir!"
Here was peppery tempered voice
indeed. The professor turned mild
eyes upon the speaker.
She had advanced upon them from
behind the trees, and she was a veri-
table Goldilocks, albeit her hair was
q shower of red-golden curls that hung
far below her waist She wore faded
lawn frock, ana about her neck was
tied huge bath towel.
Professor Irving had struggled to
his feet, his puzzled face partaking of
the embarrassment that clouded his
sons. what do you mean?" he
asked what has Sammy done?"
THAT" she pointed tragically to
the curl.
Slowly Sammy's father opened the
book, took out the dainty silken curl
and regarded it with bewildered eyes.
my curl, if you pleased" she de-
handed haughtily.
81 am very sorry for what Sammy
has DONE" said the professor gently.
"You see, we have been making a kite,
and | sent him up to ask my house
keeper for bit of ribbon for the end
of the tail-we needed a gay fiy-
away. He brought this back He said
he found it in the garden"
Sammy found it IN the garden, but
not in his own garden" said the girl,
with eyes suddenly trimming with
laughter. 81 had been washing my
hair and was drying it in the rectory
garden. l was sitting on the grass,
sewing, when suddenly | missed my
for them felt tug and heard snip
ping southland Sammy was running
away with one of my curls!"
Sammy bawled Justify and burrowed
his head under his fathers arm.
Never mind; Sammy" she said at
! last. 81 am sure you didn't mean to
do naughty thing. If you will come
with me l will find you bright rib
bon for flyaway."
Sammy smiled at Goldilocks and
tucked his hand in hers.
81 wilt send him home soon," she
smiled. Then she turned and added:
II am the rectOrs niece, Miss Allen"
She went away with Sammy, and when
the two had disappeared among the
trees the professor still stood there
staring after Them with the red-gold
curl twining around his fingers, as the
image of its owner was entwining it.
self about his heart.
And the professor neglected to re-
turn that curl to Rose Allen. In fact,
he kept it always. For" said he aft
erward, "a man may keep curl of his
wife's hair!"
Even if he doesn't use it as a fly
away" added Rose, as she Rugged lit
tie Sammy.
Copyright, 1915 by the Mcclure Newspa-
paper Syndicate)