This
morning I flew from Chicago to Denver, but no one there would give
me any lunch. A policeman said he'd put me in jail if he caught me
begging, so I got away and told the umbrella to take me to the
Pacific Ocean. When I stopped I landed over there by the big rock. I
shut up the umbrella and saw a girl sitting on the rock, so I went
up and spoke to her. That's all."
"Goodness me!" said Trot. "If that isn't a fairy story, I never
heard one."
"It IS a fairy story," agreed Button-Bright. "Anyhow, it's a magic
story, and the funny part of it is, it's true. I hope you believe
me, but I don't know as I'd believe it myself if it hadn't been me
that it happened to."
"I believe ev'ry word of it!" declared Trot earnestly.
"As fer me," said Cap'n Bill slowly, "I'm goin' to believe it, too,
by'm'by, when I've seen the umbrel fly once."
"You'll see me fly away with it," asserted the boy. "But at present
it's pretty late in the day, and Philadelphia is a good way off. Do
you s'pose, Trot, your mother would let me stay here all night?"
"Course she would!" answered Trot. "We've got an extra room with a
nice bed in it, and we'd love to have you stay just as long as you
want to, wouldn't we, Cap'n Bill?"
"Right you are, mate," replied the old man, nodding his bald head.
"Whether the umbrel is magic or not, Butt'n-Bright is welcome.
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