t silvery white, as we see it from the Earth, but a distinct pink.

The sun was high in the sky just now, which proved the adventurers had
been a long time in passing through the Fog Bank. But all of them were
wonderfully relieved to reach this beautiful country in safety, for
aside from the danger that threatened them in the Blue Country, the
other side of the island was very depressing. Here the scene that
confronted them was pretty and homelike, except for the prevailing
color and the fact that all the buildings were round, without a single
corner or angle.

Half a mile distant was a large City, its pink tintings glistening
bravely in the pink sunshine, while hundreds of pink banners floated
from its numerous domes. The country between the Fog Bank and the city
was like a vast garden, very carefully kept and as neat as wax.

The parrot was fluttering its wings and pruning its feathers to remove
the wet of the fog. Trot and Button-Bright and Cap'n Bill were all
soaked to the skin and chilled through, but as they sat upon the pink
grass they felt the rays of the sun sending them warmth and rapidly
drying their clothes; so, being tired out, they laid themselves
comfortably down and first one and then another fell cozily asleep.

It was the parrot that aroused them.

"Look out--look out--
There's folks about!"

it screamed.

"The apple-dumplings, fat and pink, Will be here quicker than a wink!"

Trot stared up in alarm and rubbed her eyes; Cap'n Bill rolled over and
blinked, hardly remembering where he was; Button-Bright was on his feet
in an instant. Advancing toward them were four of the natives of the
Pink Country.

Two were men and two were women, and their appearance was in sharp
contrast to that of the Blueskins. For the Pinkies were round and
chubby--almost like "apple-dumplings," as the parrot called them--and
they were not very tall, the highest of the men being no taller than
Trot or Button-Bright. They all had short necks and legs, pink hair and
eyes, rosy cheeks and pink complexions, and their faces were
good-natured and jolly in expression.

The men wore picturesque pink clothing and round hats with pink
feathers in them, but the apparel of the women was still more gorgeous
and striking. Their dresses consisted of layer after layer of gauzy
tuck and ruffles and laces, caught here and there with bows of dainty
ribbon. The skirts--which of course were of many shades of pink--were
so fluffy and