lunchbasket with the remains of the feast, for they
knew a long journey was before them and feared they might be hungry
before they landed again. Cap'n Bill straightened out the ropes and
adjusted the seats, while Button-Bright examined the umbrella to see if
it had been injured in any way when the elephant tramped through the
Fog Bank.

The boy looked into the small red eyes of the carved elephant's-head
handle with some misgivings, but as seen in the strong sunshine the
eyes were merely red stones, while the handle plainly showed the marks
of the tool that had carved it.

When all was ready, they went into the Court of the Statues, where all
the Pinkies were assembled--together with their Pink Band--and Cap'n
Bill hooked the swinging seats onto the handle of the Magic Umbrella.

Trot kissed Rosalie and Coralie and Tourmaline goodbye and said to them:

"If you ever happen to come to Earth, you must be sure to visit me, and
I'll try to give you a good time. But p'raps you'll stay here all your
lives."

"I think we shall," replied Rosalie, laughing, "for in all Sky Island
there will be no Magic Umbrella for us to fly with."

"And when you see Polychrome," added Trot, "jus' give her my love."

Then she and Button-Bright seated themselves in the double seat, which
was flat upon the pink ground, and Cap'n Bill sat before them on his
own seat, to which the lunch basket had been fastened by means of a
stout cord.

"Hold fast!" said the sailor man, and they all held fast to the ropes
while the boy, glancing up toward the open umbrella he held, said
solemnly and distinctly:

"Take us to Trot's house on the Earth." The umbrella obeyed, at once
mounting into the air. It moved slowly at first, but gradually
increased its speed. First it lifted the seat of the boy and the girl,
then Cap'n Bill's seat, and finally the lunch basket.

"Fly high!--Mind your eye!
Don't cry!--Bye-bye!"

shouted the parrot from the Pink Witch's shoulder.

Trot leaned over and waved her hand. The Pink Band played as loud as it
could--in order that the travelers might hear it as long as
possible--and Rosalie and Coralie and Tourmaline threw kisses to their
vanishing friends as long as they remained in sight.

* * * * *

"Seems good to be on the way home again," remarked Trot as the umbrella
bumped into a big, black cloud.

"It reely does, mate," answered the sailorman joyously.

Fast through the cloud the