He next pulled
at the bottom of his right ear, and another faraway bell tinkled;
then he touched the end of his nose, and still another bell was
faintly heard. The Boolooroo said not a word while he was ringing
the bells, and Trot wondered if that was the way he amused himself.
But now the frown died away from his face and was replaced with a
look of satisfaction.
"Have you nearly finished?" he inquired.
"No," said Trot, "we've got to eat our apples yet."
"Apples? Apples? What are apples?" he asked.
Trot took some from the basket. "Have one?" she said. "They're awful
good."
The Boolooroo advanced a step and took the apple, which he regarded
with much curiosity.
"Guess they don't grow anywhere but on the Earth," remarked Cap'n
Bill.
"Are they good to eat?" asked the Boolooroo.
"Try it and see," answered Trot, biting into an apple herself.
The Blueskin sat down on the end of their bench, next to
Button-Bright, and began to eat his apple. He seemed to like it, for
he finished it in a hurry, and when it was gone he picked up the
Magic Umbrella.
"Let that alone!" said Button-Bright, making a grab for it. But the
Boolooroo jerked it away in an instant, and standing up he held the
umbrella behind him and laughed aloud.
"Now then," said he, "you can't get away until I'm willing to let
you go. You are my prisoners.
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