The three walked silently along the path. The old sailorman had
refilled his pipe and lighted it again, and he smoked thoughtfully
as he pegged along beside the children. "Know anyone around here?"
he asked Button-Bright.
"No one but you two," said the boy, following after Trot, with his
umbrella tucked carefully underneath his arm.
"And you don't know us very well," remarked Cap'n Bill. "Seems to me
you're pretty young to be travelin' so far from home an' among
strangers. But I won't say anything more till we've heard your
story. Then, if you need my advice, or Trot's advice--she's a wise
little girl, fer her size, Trot is--we'll freely give it an' be glad
to help you."
"Thank you," replied Button-Bright. "I need a lot of things, I'm
sure, and p'raps advice is one of 'em."
THE MAGIC UMBRELLA
CHAPTER 2
When they reached the neat frame cottage which stood on a high bluff
a little back from the sea and was covered with pretty green vines,
a woman came to the door to meet them. She seemed motherly and good,
and when she saw Button-Bright, she exclaimed, "Goodness me! Who's
this you've got, Trot?"
"It's a boy I've just found," explained the girl. "He lives way off
in Phillydelphy."
"Mercy sakes alive!" cried Mrs. Griffith, looking into his upturned
face. "I don't believe he's had a bite to eat since he started.
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