hance. I
wouldn't be allowed to come away again, you know."

"No, of course not," said Trot.

"I bought some buns and milk with my ten cents, and then I walked
around the streets of Chicago for a time and afterward slept on a bench
in one of the parks. In the morning I tried to get the umbrella to give
me a magic breakfast, but it won't do anything but fly. I went to a
house and asked a woman for something to eat, and she gave me all I
wanted and advised me to go straight home before my mother worried
about me. She didn't know I lived in Philadelphia. That was this
morning."

"This mornin'!" exclaimed Cap'n Bill. "Why, lad, it takes three or four
days for the railroad trains to get to this coast from Chicago."

"I know," replied Button-Bright. "But I didn't come on a railroad
train. This umbrella goes faster than any train ever did. This morning
I flew from Chicago to Denver, but no one there would give me any
lunch. A policeman said he'd put me in jail if he caught me begging, so
I got away and told the umbrella to take me to the Pacific Ocean. When
I stopped I landed over there by the big rock. I shut up the umbrella
and saw a girl sitting on the rock, so I went up and spoke to her.
That's all."

"Goodness me!" said Trot. "If that isn't a fairy story, I never heard
one."

"It IS a fairy story," agreed Button-Bright. "Anyhow, it's a magic
story, and the funny part of it is, it's true. I hope you believe me,
but I don't know as I'd believe it myself if it hadn't been me that it
happened to."

"I believe ev'ry word of it!" declared Trot earnestly.

"As fer me," said Cap'n Bill slowly, "I'm goin' to believe it, too,
by'm'by, when I've seen the umbrel fly once."

"You'll see me fly away with it," asserted the boy. "But at present
it's pretty late in the day, and Philadelphia is a good way off. Do you
s'pose, Trot, your mother would let me stay here all night?"

"Course she would!" answered Trot. "We've got an extra room with a nice
bed in it, and we'd love to have you stay just as long as you want to,
wouldn't we, Cap'n Bill?"

"Right you are, mate," replied the old man, nodding his bald head.
"Whether the umbrel is magic or not, Butt'n-Bright is welcome."

Mrs. Griffith came out soon after and seconded the invitation, so the
boy felt quite at home in the little cottage. It was not long before
supper was on the table and in spite of all the bread-and-butter he had
eaten Button-Bright had a fine appetite for