y.

At the very edge of the Fog Bank the elephant halted, winked at
Button-Bright, lowered its head and began to shrink in size and dwindle
away. By the time the boy came up to it, closely followed by Trot and
Cap'n Bill, the thing was only the well-known Magic Umbrella, with the
carved elephant's head for a handle, and it lay motionless upon the
ground. Button-Bright picked it up, and as he examined it he thought
the tiny eyes still twinkled a little, as if with triumph and pride.

Trot drew a long breath.

"That was SOME magic, I guess!" she exclaimed. "Don't you think so,
Rosalie?"

"It was the most wonderful thing I ever saw," admitted the Witch. "The
fairies who control Button-Bright's umbrella must be very powerful
indeed!"

TROT REGULATES THE PINKIES

CHAPTER 29

The Pinkies were rejoiced to find themselves again in their beloved
land of sunrises and sunsets. They sang and shouted with glee, and the
Band uncovered its pink instruments and played the National Pink
Anthem, while the parrot flew from Trot's shoulder to Cap'n Bill's
shoulder and back again, screaming ecstatically,

"Hooray! We're through the wetful fogs
Where the elephant scared the fretful frogs!"

There was a magnificent sunset in the sky just then, and it cheered the
Pinkies and gave them renewed strength. Away they hastened across the
pink fields to the Pink City, where all the Pink people who had been
left behind ran out to welcome them home again.

Trot and Button-Bright, with Cap'n Bill and Rosalie the Witch, went to
the humble palace, where they had a simple supper of coarse food and
slept upon hard beds. In the houses of the City, however, there was
much feasting and merrymaking, and it seemed to Trot that the laws of
the country which forbade the Queen from enjoying all the good things
the people did were decidedly wrong and needed changing.

The next morning Rosalie said to the little girl, "Will you make
Tourmaline the Queen again when you go away?"

"I'll send for her and see about it," replied Trot.

But when Tourmaline arrived at the palace, dressed all in lovely,
fluffy robes and with a dainty pink plume in her pink hair, she begged
most earnestly not to be made the Queen again.

"I'm having a good time just now after years of worry and uncomfortable
living in this uncomfortable old hut of a palace," said the poor girl,
"so it would be cruel for you to make me the servant of the people
again and condemn