"Aren't you hungry, Cap'n?" asked the little girl, with a long sigh,
for she had been standing there for hours and hours.
"Well," replied the sailor-man, "I ain't sayin' as I couldn't EAT,
Trot--if a dinner was handy--but I guess old folks don't get as hungry
as young folks do."
"I'm not sure 'bout that, Cap'n Bill," she said thoughtfully. "Age
MIGHT make a diff'rence, but seems to me SIZE would make a bigger
diff'rence. Seeing you're twice as big as me, you ought to be twice
as hungry."
"I hope I am," he rejoined, "for I can stand it a while longer. I
do hope the Glass Cat will hurry, and I hope the Wizard won't waste
time a-comin' to us."
Trot sighed again and watched the wonderful Magic Flower, because
there was nothing else to do. Just now a lovely group of pink peonies
budded and bloomed, but soon they faded away, and a mass of deep blue
lilies took their place. Then some yellow chrysanthemums blossomed on
the plant, and when they had opened all their petals and reached
perfection, they gave way to a lot of white floral balls spotted with
crimson--a flower Trot had never seen before.
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