seats
and a wicker basket all attached to the handle.

"That's it!" cried Button-Bright excitedly, and "That's it! That's it!"
cried both Trot and Cap'n Bill.

"But what did you do with it?" asked Ghip-Ghisizzle.

"I dragged it out and threw it on the rubbish heap in an alley back of
the palace," said Tiggle. At once they all rushed out to the alley and
began digging in the rubbish heap. By and by Cap'n Bill uncovered the
lunch basket, and pulling on this he soon drew up the two seats, and
finally the Magic Umbrella.

"Hurrah!" shouted Button-Bright, grabbing the umbrella and hugging it
tight in his arms.

"Hooray!" shrieked the parrot.

"Cap'n Bill's a lucky fellah,
'Cause he found the old umbrella!"

Trot's face was wreathed in smiles. "This is jus' the best luck that
could have happened to us," she exclaimed, "'cause now we can go home
whenever we please."

"Let's go now--this minute--before we lose the umbrella again," said
Button-Bright.

But Trot shook her head. "Not yet," she replied. "We've got to
straighten out things in Sky Island first of all. A Queen has some
duties, you know, and as long as I'm Queen here, I've got to live up to
the part."

"What has to be did, mate?" inquired Cap'n Bill.

"Well, we've fixed the Blue Country pretty well by makin' 'Sizzle the
Boolooroo of it; but the Pinkies mus' be looked after, too, 'cause
they've stood by us an' helped us to win. We must take 'em home again
safe an' sound and get a new Queen to rule over 'em. When that's done,
we can go home any time we want to."

"Quite right, Trot," said the sailor approvingly. "When do we march?"

"Right away," she replied. "I've had enough of the Blue Country,
haven't you?"

"We have, mate."

"We've had plenty of it," observed Button-Bright.

"And the Pinkies are anxious to get home," added Rosalie, who was
present.

So Cap'n Bill unhooked the seats from the handle of the umbrella and
wound the ropes around the two boards and made a package of them, which
he carried under his arm. Trot took the empty lunch basket, and
Button-Bright held fast to the precious umbrella. Then they returned to
the palace to bid goodbye to Ghip-Ghisizzle and the Blues.

The new Boolooroo seemed rather sorry to lose his friends, but the
people were secretly glad to get rid of the strangers, especially of
the Pinkies. They maintained a sullen silence while Coralie and Captain
Tintint formed their ranks in marching order, and they