'What will you do with your parasol?'
'When the sun is high,' she says, 'I will open my parasol. It will shade
me.'
I nod, wave good-bye to the boy and girl, and continue walking. I come
to a hill and climb to the top. In the sky is a small white cloud. In the
distance is a rainbow.
I start for home. I pass the house with the boy and girl. The boy is
pushing the wheelbarrow. It is filled with sand. He pushes it toward a
walk leading to the back yard. His sister has her parasol open. It is
shading her. She waves at me. I wave back.
The yellow flower on the windowsill makes the house look cheerful.
I come to the park. The black and white spotted kitten is still flying the
kite. I stop to watch. It is a strange sight.