"
"I think three hundred years is plenty long enough," said Trot. "It
gives someone else a chance to rule, an' I wouldn't be s'prised if
the next king is a better one. Seems to me you're not much of a
Boolooroo."
"That," replied the King indignantly, "is a matter of opinion. I
like myself very much, but I can't expect you to like me, because
you're deformed and ignorant."
"I'm not!" cried Trot.
"Yes, you are. Your legs are too short and your neck is nothing at
all. Your color is most peculiar, but there isn't a shade of blue
about any of you, except the deep-blue color of the clothes the old
ape that choked me wears. Also, you are ignorant because you know
nothing of Sky Island, which is the Center of the Universe and the
only place anyone would care to live."
"Don't listen to him, Trot," said Button-Bright. "He's an ignorant
himself."
Cap'n Bill packed up the lunch basket. One end of the rope was still
tied to the handle of the basket, and the other end to his swing
seat, which lay on the ground before them.
"Well," said he, "let's go home. We've seen enough of this Blue
Country and its Blue Boolooroo, I guess, an' it's a long journey
back again."
"All right," agreed Trot, jumping up.
Button-Bright stood on the bench and held up the Magic Umbrella, so
he could open it, and the sailor had just attached the ropes when a
thin blue line shot out from behind them and in a twinkling wound
itself around the umbrella.
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