bright
little eye looked directly into the girl's eye. "Say goodbye and let's
fly through the sky, far and high!"

"If we only had my umbrella, we'd fly in a minute," sighed
Button-Bright. "But the Boolooroo stole it."

"Naughty, naughty Boolooroo,
What a wicked thing to do!"

wailed the parrot, and they all agreed with him.

Coralie belonged to the Sunset Tribe, as she lived west of the queen's
palace, which was the center of the Pink Country. A servant came to the
room where they were conversing to state that the sun was about to set,
and at once Coralie arose and took the strangers to an upper balcony,
where all the household had assembled.

The neighboring houses also had their balconies and roofs filled with
people, for it seemed all the Sunset Tribe came out every night to
witness the setting of the sun. It was really a magnificent sight, and
Trot scarcely breathed as the great, golden ball sank low in the sky
and colored all the clouds with gorgeous tints of orange, red and
yellow. Never on the Earth was there visible such splendor, and as the
little girl watched the ever-changing scene, she decided the Sunset
Tribe was amply justified in claiming that the West was the favored
country of the sun.

"You see," said Cap'n Bill, "the sky is all around us, an' we're high
up, so the sun really loses itself in the clouds an' leaves a trail of
beauty behind him."

"He does that!" agreed Trot. "This is almost worth comin' for, Cap'n."

"But not quite," said Button-bright sadly. "I'd get along without the
sunset if only we could go home."

They went in to dinner after this, and sat at Coralie's own table with
her husband and children and found the meal very good. After a pleasant
evening, during which no reference was made to their being prisoners,
they were shown to prettily furnished rooms--all in pink--and slept
soundly in the soft beds provided for them. Trot wakened early the next
morning and went out on the balcony to see the sunrise. The little girl
was well repaid, for the splendor of the rising sun was almost equal to
that of the setting sun. Surely this was a wonderful country and much
more delightful than the Blue side of the island, where the sun was
hidden by the great Fog and only the moon was visible.

When she went in, she found that both Button-Bright and Cap'n Bill were
up and dressed, so they decided to take a walk before breakfast. No one
restrained them or interfered with them in any