“Before I decide, I must see who these strangers are.  I will follow their adventures in a vision to discover if they have told you the truth.  And in order that you may all share my knowledge, you shall see the vision as I see it.”  She then bowed her head and closed her eyes.

“Rock-a-bye, baby, on a treetop;
Don’t wake her up, or the vision will stop,”

muttered the parrot, but no one paid any attention to the noisy bird.

Gradually, a pink mist formed in the air about the Witch, and in this mist the vision began to appear.

First, there was Button-bright in the attic of his house, finding the Magic Umbrella.  Then his first flight was shown, and afterward his trip across the United States until he landed on the bluff where Trot sat.  In rapid succession the scenes shifted and disclosed the trial flights, with Trot and Cap’n Bill as passengers, then the trip to Sky Island and the meeting with the Boolooroo.  No sound was heard, but it was easy from the gestures of the actors for the Pinkies to follow all the adventures of the strangers in the Blue Country.  Button-Bright was greatly astonished to see in this vision how the Boolooroo had tested the Magic Umbrella and in a fit of rage cast it into a corner underneath the cabinet, with the seats and lunch basket still attached to the handle by means of the rope.  The boy now knew why he could not find the umbrella in the Treasure Chamber, and he was provoked to think he had several times been quite close to it without knowing it was there.  The last scene ended with the trip through the Fog Bank and the assistance rendered them by the friendly frog.  After the three tumbled upon the grass of the Pink Country, the vision faded away, and Rosalie lifted her head with a smile of triumph at the success of her witchcraft.

“Did you see clearly?” she asked.

“We did, O Wonderful Witch!” they declared.

“Then,” said Rosalie, “there can be no doubt in your minds that these strangers have told you the truth.”

“None at all,” they admitted.

“What arguments are advanced by the six Counselors who voted to allow them to remain here as guests?” inquired the Witch.

“They have done us no harm,” answered Coralie, speaking for her side, “therefore we should, in honor and justice, do them no harm.”

Rosalie nodded.  “What arguments have the others advanced?” she asked.

“They interfere with our color scheme and do not harmonize with our people,” a man of the Sunrise Tribe answered.

Again Rosalie nodded, and Trot thought her eyes twinkled a little.

“I think I now fully comprehend the matter,” said she, “and so I will cast my vote.  I favor taking the Earth people to the edge of the island and casting them into the sky.”