Suddenly a great puff of wind came and carried Raggedy Ann streaming
'way out behind the kite! She could hear the wind singing on the twine
as the strain increased.

Suddenly Raggedy Ann felt something rip. It was the rag to which she was
tied. As each puff of wind caught her the rip widened.

When Marcella watched Raggedy Ann rise high above the field, she
wondered how much Raggedy Ann enjoyed it, and wished that she, too,
might have gone along. But after the kite had been up in the air for
five or ten minutes, Marcella grew restless. Kites were rather tiresome.
There was more fun in tea parties out under the apple tree.

"Will you please pull down the kite now?" she asked the boy with the
twine. "I want Raggedy Ann."

"Let her ride up there!" the boy replied. "We'll bring her home when we
pull down the kite! We're going to get another ball of twine and let her
go higher!"

Marcella did not like to leave Raggedy Ann with the boys, so she sat
down upon the ground to wait until they pulled down the kite.

But while Marcella watched Raggedy Ann, a dot in the sky, she could not
see the wind ripping the rag to which Raggedy was tied.

Suddenly the rag parted and Raggedy Ann went sailing away as the wind
caught in her skirts.

Marcella jumped from the ground, too surprised to say anything. The