Trot leaned over and waved her hand. The Pink Band played as loud as
it could--in order that the travelers might hear it as long as
possible--and Rosalie and Coralie and Tourmaline threw kisses to
their vanishing friends as long as they remained in sight.
* * * * * * * * *
"Seems good to be on the way home again," remarked Trot as the
umbrella bumped into a big, black cloud.
"It reely does, mate," answered the sailorman joyously.
Fast through the cloud the umbrella swept, and then suddenly it
sailed into a clear, blue sky, across which a great and gorgeous
Rainbow spread its radiant arch. Upon the bow danced the dainty
Daughters of the Rainbow, and the umbrella passed near enough to it
for the passengers to observe Polychrome merrily leading her
sisters, her fleecy robes waving prettily in the gentle breeze.
"Goodbye, Polly!" cried Button-Bright, and Trot and Cap'n Bill both
called out, "Goodbye!"
Polychrome heard and nodded to them smilingly, never halting in her
graceful dance. Then the umbrella dropped far below the arch, which
presently faded from view.
It was an exciting ride. Scenes presented themselves entirely
different from those they had seen on their former voyage, for the
sky changes continually, and the clouds of a moment ago are not the
clouds of an hour ago. Once they passed between two small stars as
brilliant as diamonds, and once an enormous bird whose wings spread
so wide that they shadowed the sun soared directly over them and
lost itself in the vague distance of the limitless sky.
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