Our runaway kite. unit 2. question and answer . Madhyamik english. Madhyamik 2022.

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It is always lovely on the Big Half Moon in summer. When it is fine, the harbour is blue and calm, with little wind and ripples. Every summer, we had some hobby. The last summer before Dick and Mimi came, we were crazy about kites. A boy on the mainland showed Claude how to make them. Back on the island, we made plenty of kites. Claude would go around to the other side of the island and we would play shipwrecked mariners signalling to each other with kites. 

We had a kite that was big and covered with lovely red paper. We pasted gold tinsel stars all over it and had written our names full on it-Claude Leete and Philippa Leete, Big Half Moon lighthouse. 

One day there was a grand wind for kite-flying. I'm not sure how it happened, but as I was bringing the kite from the house, I tripped and fell over the rocks. My elbow went clear through the kite, making a big hole. 

We had to hurry to fix the kite if we wanted to send it up before the wind fell. We rushed into the lighthouse to get some paper. We knew there was no more red paper. We took the first thing that came handy-an old letter lying on the bookcase in the sitting room. We patched the kite up with the letter, a sheet on each side and dried it by the fire. We started out, and and up went the kite like a bird. The wind was glorious and it soared. All at once-snap! And there was Claude, standing with a bit of cord in his hand, looking foolish.  Our kite had sailed away over to the mainland. 

A month later a letter came for Father. After he finished reading it, his eyes looked as if he had been crying. “Do you want to know what became of your kite?" he said. Then he sat down beside us and told us the whole story. 

Father had a brother and a sister. He had quarreled with his brother and left home. Years afterward, he felt sorry and when he went back, he found his brother had died and he couldn't find his sister. 

The letter father had just received was from his sister, Aunt Esther, mother of Dick and Mimi. She was a widow who lived hundreds of miles inland. One day when Dick and Mimi were out in the woods, they discovered the kite on the top of a tree and carried it home. When their mother saw the kite patched with the letter, she turned pale. It was the very letter she had once written to her brother. Philippa was her mother's name and Claude was her father's. She knew who we must be. So she sat down and wrote to Big Half Moon and Father received her letter. 

Next day, Father went and brought Aunt Esther and Dick and Mimi with him. They have been here ever since. Aunt Esther is a dear and Dick and Mimi are too jolly for words. 

But the best of it all is that we have relations now!