"When I was around the corner, I thought I'd see if I could fly as I
had before. I'd heard of Buffalo, but I didn't know just where it
was, so I said to the umbrella, 'Take me to Buffalo.' Up in the air
I went, just as soon as I said it, and the umbrella sailed so fast
that I felt as if I was in a gale of wind. It was a long, long trip,
and I got awful tired holding onto the handle, but just as I thought
I'd have to let go, I began to drop down slowly, and then I found
myself in the streets of a big city. I put down the umbrella and
asked a man what the name of the city was, and he said 'Buffalo'."
"How wonderful!" gasped Trot. Cap'n Bill kept on smoking and said
nothing.
"It was magic, I'm sure," said Button-Bright. "It surely couldn't
have been anything else."
"P'raps," suggested Trot, "the umbrella can do other magic things."
"No," said the boy. "I've tried it. When I landed in Buffalo I was
hot and thirsty. I had ten cents car fare, but I was afraid to spend
it. So I held up the umbrella and wished I had an ice-cream soda,
but I didn't get it. Then I wished for a nickel to buy an ice-cream
soda with, but I didn't get that, either. I got frightened and was
afraid the umbrella didn't have any magic left, so to try it I said
'Take me to Chicago.' I didn't want to go to Chicago, but that was
the first place I thought of, and I soon saw this was going to be
another long journey, so I called out to the umbrella, 'Never mind.
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