Taleverna

“Missee, you grab ropes,” shouted Wong. Quickly divining what was wanted of her, Virginia Carver grasped the ends of the dangling lines. “Let glo!” shouted Wong again. Instantly he and Ross released the kite cords. The kites plunged drunkenly down out of sight over the top of the cliff. The bight of the line dropped neatly over the pine tree and slid down its trunk to the roots. The thing was done! Ross wanted to shout for pure joy. Elation showed in Virginia Carver’s every feature. As for Wong, the author of this …