"
"No," said Button-Bright, "'cause it's UNDER your island. But it's
there, all right, and it's a pretty good place to live. I wish I
could get back to it."
"So do I, Button-Bright!" exclaimed Trot.
"Let's fly!" cried the parrot, turning his head so that one bright
little eye looked directly into the girl's eye. "Say goodbye and
let's fly through the sky, far and high!"
"If we only had my umbrella, we'd fly in a minute," sighed
Button-Bright. "But the Boolooroo stole it."
"Naughty, naughty Boolooroo,
What a wicked thing to do!"
wailed the parrot, and they all agreed with him.
Coralie belonged to the Sunset Tribe, as she lived west of the
queen's palace, which was the center of the Pink Country. A servant
came to the room where they were conversing to state that the sun
was about to set, and at once Coralie arose and took the strangers
to an upper balcony, where all the household had assembled.
The neighboring houses also had their balconies and roofs filled
with people, for it seemed all the Sunset Tribe came out every night
to witness the setting of the sun. It was really a magnificent
sight, and Trot scarcely breathed as the great, golden ball sank low
in the sky and colored all the clouds with gorgeous tints of orange,
red and yellow. Never on the Earth was there visible such splendor,
and as the little girl watched the ever-changing scene, she decided
the Sunset Tribe was amply justified in claiming that the West was
the favored country of the sun.
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