Then it came Trot’s turn to get a scolding.  When she opened the parcel she had bought at the village, it was found she had selected the wrong color of yarn, and Mrs. Griffith was so provoked that Trot’s scolding was almost as severe as that of Cap’n Bil l.  Tears came to the little girl’s eyes, and to comfort her the boy promised to take her to the village next morning with his magic umbrella, so she could exchange the yarn for the right color.

Trot quickly brightened at this promise, although Cap’n Bill looked grave and shook his head solemnly.  When supper was over and Trot had helped with the dishes, she joined Button-Bright and the sailorman on the little porch again.  Dusk had fallen, and the moon was just rising.  They all sat in silence for a time and watched the silver trail that topped the crests of the waves far out to sea.

“Oh, Button-Bright!” cried the little girl presently.  “I’m so glad you’re going to let me fly with you way to town and back tomorrow.  Won’t it be fine, Cap’n Bill?”

“Dunno, Trot,” said he.  “I can’t figger how both of you can hold on to the handle o’ that umbrel.”

Trot’s face fell.  “I’ll hold on to the handle,” said Button-Bright, “and she can hold on to me.  It doesn’t pull hard at all.  You’ve no idea how easy it is to fly that way after you get used to it.”

“But Trot ain’t used to it,” objected the sailor.  “If she happened to lose her hold and let go, it’s goodbye Trot.  I don’t like to risk it, for Trot’s my chum, an’ I can’t afford to lose her.”

“Can’t you tie us together, then?” asked the boy.

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” replied Cap’n Bill, and began to think very deeply.  He forgot that he didn’t believe the umbrella could fly, and after Button-Bright and Trot had both gone to bed, the old sailor went out into the shed and worked a while before he, too, turned into his “bunk.”  The sandman wasn’t around, and Cap’n Bill lay awake for hours thinking of the strange tale of the Magic Umbrella before he finally sank into slumber.  Then he dreamed about it, and waking or dreaming he found the tale hard to believe.

A WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

CHAPTER 3

They had early breakfasts at Trot’s house, because they all went to bed early, and it is possible to sleep only a certain number of hours if one is healthy in body and mind.  And right after breakfast Trot claimed Button-Bright’s promise to take her to town with the Magic Umbrella.

“Any time suits me,” said the boy.  He had taken his precious umbrella to bed with him and even carried it to the breakfast table, where he stood it between his knees as he ate; so now he held it close to him and said he was ready to fly at a moment’s notice.  This confidence impressed Cap’n Bill, who said with a sigh: 

“Well, if you must go, Trot, I’ve pervided a machine that’ll carry you both comf’table.  I’m summat of an inventor myself, though there ain’t any magic about me.”