Tiggle, hiding in the cellar of a deserted
house in a back street, at last heard these cries and joyfully came
forth to confront the messengers. Having heard of the old
Boolooroo's downfall and disgrace, the old man consented to go to
the palace again, and as soon as Trot saw him she asked about the
umbrella.
Tiggle thought hard for a minute and then said he remembered
sweeping the King's rooms and finding a queer thing--that might have
been an umbrella--lying beneath a cabinet. It had ropes and two
wooden seats and a wicker basket all attached to the handle.
"That's it!" cried Button-Bright excitedly, and "That's it! That's
it!" cried both Trot and Cap'n Bill.
"But what did you do with it?" asked Ghip-Ghisizzle.
"I dragged it out and threw it on the rubbish heap in an alley back
of the palace," said Tiggle. At once they all rushed out to the
alley and began digging in the rubbish heap. By and by Cap'n Bill
uncovered the lunch basket, and pulling on this he soon drew up the
two seats, and finally the Magic Umbrella.
"Hurrah!" shouted Button-Bright, grabbing the umbrella and hugging
it tight in his arms.
"Hooray!" shrieked the parrot.
"Cap'n Bill's a lucky fellah,
'Cause he found the old umbrella!"
Trot's face was wreathed in smiles. "This is jus' the best luck that
could have happened to us," she exclaimed, "'cause now we can go
home whenever we please.
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