CHAPTER FORTY TWO.
A KITE! As soon as their mirth had fairly subsided, Karl and Caspar resumed the conversation, which had been broken off so abruptly.
"And so, brother," said Karl, who was the first to return to the subject, "you say there is a bird of the eagle genus, that might carry a rope over the cliff for us.

Of what bird are you speaking ?" "Why, Karl, you are dull of comprehension this morning.

Surely the presence of the two _kites_ should have suggested what I mean." "Ha! you mean a kite, then ?" "Yes, one with a very broad breast, a very thin body, and a very long tail: such as you and I used to make not so many years ago." "A _paper kite_," said Karl, repeating the phrase mechanically, at the same time settling down, into a reflecting attitude.

"True, brother," he added, after a pause; "there might be something in what you have suggested.

If we had a paper kite--that is, a very large one--it is possible it would carry a rope over the summit of the cliff; but, alas!--" "You need not proceed further, Karl," said Caspar, interrupting him.