So intently did Trot and Cap'n Bill gaze upon the Golden Flower-pot
that held the Magic Flower that they scarcely noticed the island
itself until the raft beached upon its sands. But then the girl
exclaimed: "How funny it is, Cap'n Bill, that nothing else grows here
excep' the Magic Flower."
Then the sailor glanced at the island and saw that it was all bare
ground, without a weed, a stone or a blade of grass. Trot, eager to
examine the Flower closer, sprang from the raft and ran up the bank
until she reached the Golden Flower-pot. Then she stood beside it
motionless and filled with wonder. Cap'n Bill joined her, coming more
leisurely, and he, too, stood in silent admiration for a time.
"Ozma will like this," remarked the Glass Cat, sitting down to watch
the shifting hues of the flowers. "I'm sure she won't have as fine a
birthday present from anyone else."
"Do you 'spose it's very heavy, Cap'n? And can we get it home
without breaking it?" asked Trot anxiously.
"Well, I've lifted many bigger things than that," he replied; "but
let's see what it weighs."
He tried to take a step forward, but could not lift his meat foot
from the ground.
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