CHAPTER 1 Flying High “Kumme, Mattie! Let’s play a game!” Mattie Miller’s eight-year-old twin brother called to her from across the yard. Looking toward Mark, Mattie shook her head. “I don’t want to play a game right now.” She’d been lying on a blanket in the grass, looking at the puffy white clouds above, and didn’t want to be disturbed. “Aw, come on, Mattie. It’ll be schpass!” Mark ran through the grass in his bare feet, kicking up several grasshoppers, and then he plopped down beside her. “If you think it’ll be fun, it probably won’t be for me,” Mattie mumbled. “Besides, I’m busy right now.” “Busy doing what? You don’t look busy to me,” he said, removing his straw hat and tossing it on the ground. Mattie held back a chuckle. When Mark took off his hat his thick red hair stuck straight up. She was glad her hair never did that. Of course, Mattie usually wore her long red hair pulled up in a bun, with a small black cap on top of her head.
