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took the string and pulled gently. It was no use, the kite was held fast by something. "Wait till the gardener comes, and he'll get a ladder and get it down for you," he said.
    "I did want to fly it this afternoon with Uncle Harry," said Dick. "He promised to take me to the hills."
    "Well, perhaps I can get it for you if the ladder isn't too heavy to carry," said Jackie. He found the ladder, and the three children carried it carefully to the greenhouse. They set it up at the back, and Jackie went up the rungs.
    He came to the kite. The string was wound round the spike at the top of the

    greenhouse. Jackie pulled hard, and then let go the top of the ladder to undo the string.
    The ladder wobbled—the ladder fell! Crash! Jackie and the ladder reached the ground together! Poor Jackie! He banged his head so hard on the ground that for a moment he couldn't get up. He felt queer. Then he sat up and held his head.
    "You've cut your head on a stone," said Eileen, frightened. "It's bleeding. Come and show my mother, quickly."

    It was such a bad cut that Jackie had have his head carefully bathed and bound up in a bandage. The little boy had had a bad shock, and his mother called in the doctor.
    "The cut will soon heal," said kind Doctor Henry. "But he must be kept very quiet indeed for a day or two, Mrs. Brown, to get over the shock. Put him to bed."
    "Oh, I can't go to bed—I can't, I can't!" wept poor Jackie. "I want to see the conjurer to-morrow at the flower-show. Oh, please let me go!"
    "I'm afraid you wouldn't enjoy yourself a bit if you went all the way to the flower-show and back, with that dreadful aching head of yours," said Doctor Henry. "Be a good boy and lie quietly, and you'll soon be right. The conjurer will come again next year, I expect."
    "But next year is so far away!" wept Jackie, more disappointed than he had ever
    been in his life before. "My head feels all right, really it does. Oh, I do want to go and see the conjurer! I'm so unhappy! All I did was to try and help Dick get his kite down—and now I've got a most unfair punishment, because I'm not to have my treat."
    "It's very bad luck, old man," said the doctor. "Very bad luck. But these things do sometimes happen, you know."
    "It shouldn't have happened when I was doing somebody a good turn," wept Jackie.
    "No, it shouldn't," said the doctor. "You deserved a better reward than this!"
    Poor Jackie! He was put to bed and there he had to stay. Dick and Eileen knew all about it next day, and they were very sad indeed. "Just because he tried to get down my kite!" said Dick gloomily. "It isn't fair."

    A small fat man, with queer big ears and bright green eyes like a cat's, was passing by when Dick said these words. He stopped at once.
    "What isn't fair?"he asked.
    Dick told him all about Jackie, and how he had hurt himself doing a kind
    deed, and now couldn’t go to see the marvellous conjurer.
    "He's very unhappy about it," said Eileen. "We've sent him in some books to read, and I've lent him my best jigsaw puzzle—but I'm sure he'll cry all the afternoon when the time comes for the flower-show."
    "Too bad, too bad" said Mr. Pink-Whistle—because, as you have guessed, he was the little fat man! "I can't bear things like this, and I just won't have them. I shall put this right somehow!"
    The two children stared in surprise at Mr. Pink-Whistle. There was something very queer about him—and in a minute there was something queerer still, because he just simply wasn't there! He had vanished before their very eyes!
    "Where's he gone?" said Eileen in great surprise.
    You would be surprised to know where he had gone! He had crept up to a rabbit-hole in the field nearby and had made a noise like a nice juicy carrot. Up came a tiny fat baby-rabbit—and Mr. Pink-Whistle caught it and put it into his pocket. Then he went back to Jackie's house. Nobody could see him, of course. He climbed up a pipe and looked in at a window.
    In the bedroom there was a small boy lying