we can."

"That suits me," the sailor joyfully exclaimed, and then the two began
a careful search through the palace. They went into every room and
looked behind the furniture and underneath the beds and in every crack
and corner, but no place could they spy the Magic Umbrella. Cap'n Bill
even ventured to enter the rooms of the Six Snubnosed Princesses, who
were by this time so thoroughly alarmed that they had become meek and
mild as could be. But the umbrella wasn't there, either.

Finally, they returned to the great throne room of the palace, where
they seated themselves on the throne and tried to think what could
possibly have become of the precious umbrella. While they were sitting
and talking together, the Captain of the Guards entered and bowed
respectfully. "Beg pardon, your Small-Sized Majesty," said he to Trot,
"but it is my duty to report that the Pinkies are preparing to attack
the City."

"Oh! I'd forgotten the Pinkies!" exclaimed the girl. "Tell me, Captain,
have you such a thing as a Brass Band in this City?"

"We have two fine bands, but they are not brass," replied the Captain.
"Their instruments are made of blue metal."

"Well, order 'em out," commanded Trot. "And say, get all the soldiers
together and tell all the people there's going to be a high time in the
Blue City tonight. We'll have music and dancing and eating and--"

"An' neckties to drink, Trot. Don't forget the royal neckties," urged
Cap'n Bill.

"We'll have all the fun there is going," continued the girl, "for we
are to entertain the Army of the Pinkies."

"The Pinkies!" exclaimed the Captain of the Guards. "Why, they're our
enemies, your Short Highness."

"Not any more," replied Trot. "I'm Queen of the Pinkies, an' I'm also
Queen of the Blues, so I won't have my people quarreling. Tell the Blue
people we are to throw open the gates and welcome the Pinkies to the
City, where everybody will join in a grand celebration. And jus' as
soon as you've spread the news an' got the bands tuned up and the
soldiers ready to march, you let us know, and we'll head the
procession."

"Your Microscopic Majesty shall be obeyed," said the Captain, and went
away to carry out these commands.

TROT CELEBRATES THE VICTORY

CHAPTER 26

The Blue people were by this time dazed with wonder at all the events
that had transpired that eventful day, but they still had wit enough to
be glad the war was over, for in war someone is likely to get hurt