Stop! I guess I won't go to Chicago. I've changed my mind, so take
me home again.' But the umbrella wouldn't. It kept right on flying,
and I shut my eyes and held on. At last I landed in Chicago, and
then I was in a pretty fix. It was nearly dark, and I was too tired
and hungry to make the trip home again. I knew I'd get an awful
scolding, too, for running away and taking the family luck with me,
so I thought that as long as I was in for it, I'd better see a good
deal of the country while I had the chance. I wouldn't be allowed to
come away again, you know."
"No, of course not," said Trot.
"I bought some buns and milk with my ten cents, and then I walked
around the streets of Chicago for a time and afterward slept on a
bench in one of the parks. In the morning I tried to get the
umbrella to give me a magic breakfast, but it won't do anything but
fly. I went to a house and asked a woman for something to eat, and
she gave me all I wanted and advised me to go straight home before
my mother worried about me. She didn't know I lived in Philadelphia.
That was this morning."
"This mornin'!" exclaimed Cap'n Bill. "Why, lad, it takes three or
four days for the railroad trains to get to this coast from
Chicago."
"I know," replied Button-Bright. "But I didn't come on a railroad
train. This umbrella goes faster than any train ever did.
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