"I know what you are going to say: that we have no paper out of which to make the kite; and that, of course, puts an end to the matter.

It's no use our thinking any more about it: since we have not got the materials.
The body and bones we could easily construct; and the tail too.

But then the wings--ah, the wings.

I only wish we had a file of old newspapers.

But what's the use of wishing?
We haven't." Karl, though silent, did not seem to hear, or at all events heed, what Caspar had been just saying.