“I was sure something would happen to save you,” remarked Rosalie, “and that was why I voted to have you thrown off the edge.  I wanted to discover who would come to your assistance, and I found out.  Now I have made a friend of Polychrome, and that will render me more powerful as a Witch, for I can call upon her for assistance whenever I need her.”

“But see here,” said Cap’n Bill.  “You can’t afford to spend your time a-rulin’ this tucked-up country, Trot.”

“Why not?” asked Trot, who was pleased with her new and important position.

“It’d get pretty tiresome, mate, after you’d had a few quarrels with the Pinkies, for they expec’ their Queen to be as poor as poverty an’ never have any fun in life.”

“You wouldn’t like it for long, I’m sure,” added Button-Bright seriously.

Trot seemed thoughtful.  “No, I don’t know’s I would,” she admitted.  “But as long as we stay here, it seems a pretty good thing to be Queen.  I guess I’m a little proud of it.  I wish mother could see me rulin’ the Pinkies, an’ Papa Griffith, too.  Wouldn’t they open their eyes?”

“They would, mate, but they can’t see you,” said Cap’n Bill.  “So the question is, what’s to be done?”

“We ought to get home,” observed the boy.  “Our folks will worry about us, and Earth’s the best place to live, after all.  If we could only get hold of my Magic Umbrella, we’d be all right.”

“The rose is red, the violet’s blue,
But the umbrel’s stolen by the Boolooroo!”

screamed the parrot.

“That’s it,” said Cap’n Bill.  “The Boolooroo’s got the umbrel, an’ that settles the question.”

“Tell me,” said Rosalie, “If you had your Magic Umbrella, could you fly home again in safety?”

“Of course we could,” replied Button-Bright.

“And would you prefer to go home to remaining here?”

“We would indeed!”

“Then why do you not get the umbrella?”

“How?” asked Trot eagerly.

“You must go into the Blue Country and force the Boolooroo to give up your property.”

“Through the Fog Bank?” asked Cap’n Bill doubtfully.

“And let the Boolooroo capture us again?” demanded Button-Bright with a shiver.

“An’ have to wait on the Snubnoses instead of bein’ a Queen?” said Trot.

“You must remember that conditions have changed, and you are now a powerful Ruler,” replied Rosalie.  “The Pinkies are really a great nation, and they are pledged to obey your commands.  Why not assemble an army, march through the Fog Bank, fight and conquer the Boolooroo and recapture the Magic Umbrella?”

“Hooray!” shouted Cap’n Bill, pounding his wooden leg on the floor.  “That’s the proper talk!  Let’s do it, Queen Trot.”

“It doesn’t seem like a bad idea,” added Button-Bright.

“Do you think the Pinkies would fight the Blueskins?” asked Trot.

“Why not?” replied the sailorman.  “They have sharp sticks an’ know how to use ’em, whereas the Blueskins have only them windin’-up cords with weights on the ends.”