did not even
cheer when Trot said to them in a final speech:

"I'm the Queen of Sky Island, you know, and the new Boolooroo has to
carry out my orders and treat you all nicely while I'm away. I don't
know when I'll come back, but you'd better watch out an' not make any
trouble, or I'll find a way to make you sorry for it. So now, goodbye!"

"And good riddance!" screamed the Six Snubnosed Girls who had once been
Princesses and who were now in the crowd that watched the departure.

But Trot paid no attention to them. She made a signal to the Pinkie
Band, which struck up a fine Pink March, and then the Army stepped out
with the left foot first, and away went the conquerors down the streets
of the Blue City, out of the blue-barred gateway and across the country
toward the Fog Bank.

THE ELEPHANT'S HEAD COMES TO LIFE

CHAPTER 28

When they reached the edge of the Fog Bank, the Pinkies all halted to
put on their raincoats, and Button-Bright put up his umbrella and held
it over himself and Trot. Then, when everybody was ready, they entered
the Fog and Rosalie the Witch made a signal to call the Frog King and
his subjects to aid them as they had done before.

Pretty soon the great frogs appeared, a long line of them facing Trot
and her Pink Army and sitting upon their haunches close together.

"Turn around so we can get upon your backs," said Rosalie.

"Not yet," answered the Frog King in a gruff, deep voice. "You must
first take that insulting umbrella out of my dominions."

"Why, what is there about my umbrella that seems insulting?" asked
Button-Bright in surprise.

"It is an intimation that you don't like our glorious climate and
object to our delightful fog and are trying to ward off its soulful,
clinging kisses," replied the Frog King in an agitated voice. "There
has never been an umbrella in my kingdom before, and I'll not allow one
in it now. Take it away at once!"

"But we can't," explained Trot. "We've got to take the umbrella with us
to the Pink Country. We'll put it down if you like, an' cross the bank
in this drizzle--which may be clingin' an' soulful, but is too wet to
be comfort'ble. But the umbrella's got to go with us."

"It can't go another inch," cried the obstinate frog with an angry
croak, "nor shall any of your people advance another step while that
insulting umbrella is with you."

Trot turned to Rosalie. "What shall we do?" she asked.

"I really do not know," replied the Witch,