On reaching the Orphelinat Straat he rushed under the awning of a shop to seek refuge from the rain; in his hurry he did not take time to look where he was going, and the next moment he found himself fairly in the arms of another man, and the two went rolling over and over together. The person thus disturbed was seated at the time in an arm-chair; this person was no other than our mutual friend, Cornelius Pump, who was undoubtedly one of the most noted savants of the age.
"Cornelius! what the mischief were you doing in that chair?" asked Balthazar, picking himself up.
"Look out!" exclaimed Cornelius, "or you will break the string of my kite!"
Balthazar turned around, believing that his friend was joking; but, to his surprise, he saw Conielius busily occupied in winding up the string of a gigantic kite, which was floating above the canal at a tremendous height, and which apparently was struggling fiercely against all effort made to pull it in. Cornelius pulled away with all his might in one direction, while the kite pulled away in another. The monstrous combination of paper and sticks was ornamented with a tremendous tail, which was decorated with innumerable pieces of paper.
"A curious idea!" remarked Balthazar, "to fly a kite in such a storm."
