Tom is Baby’s brother.

Tom loves Baby.

He likes to play with her.

Tom likes to play with the wind, too.

And the wind seems glad to play with Tom and Baby.

To-day they were in the meadow.

All three were playing there.

They ran up and down.

How fast they ran!

The wind blew Tom’s hat away.

How it flew over the meadow!

The wind made the leaves fly round and round.

They flew high and low.

They looked like little birds.

The wind blew them east.

The wind blew them west.

They found no place to hide.

They found no place to rest.

Tom made a kite.

Along came the wind.

Up went the kite!

High, high up over the tree-tops it flew!

Then down, down, down it came.

Up, up, up, again it went.

Tom said, “It is flying to the sky.

It will fly right out of sight.”

As he said this, he let go the string.

Away went the kite.

And away went the wind with it.

Then Tom and Baby went home.