But the umbrella wasn't there,
either.
Finally, they returned to the great throne room of the palace, where
they seated themselves on the throne and tried to think what could
possibly have become of the precious umbrella. While they were
sitting and talking together, the Captain of the Guards entered and
bowed respectfully. "Beg pardon, your Small-Sized Majesty," said he
to Trot, "but it is my duty to report that the Pinkies are preparing
to attack the City."
"Oh! I'd forgotten the Pinkies!" exclaimed the girl. "Tell me,
Captain, have you such a thing as a Brass Band in this City?"
"We have two fine bands, but they are not brass," replied the
Captain. "Their instruments are made of blue metal."
"Well, order 'em out," commanded Trot. "And say, get all the
soldiers together and tell all the people there's going to be a high
time in the Blue City tonight. We'll have music and dancing and
eating and--"
"An' neckties to drink, Trot. Don't forget the royal neckties,"
urged Cap'n Bill.
"We'll have all the fun there is going," continued the girl, "for we
are to entertain the Army of the Pinkies."
"The Pinkies!" exclaimed the Captain of the Guards. "Why, they're
our enemies, your Short Highness."
"Not any more," replied Trot. "I'm Queen of the Pinkies, an' I'm
also Queen of the Blues, so I won't have my people quarreling.
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