“He knows a lot, I expect,” soberly answered the boy, finishing the last slice of bread-and-butter and then looking at the empty plate with a sigh.  “But if he really knows ever’thing, he knows about the Magic Umbrella, so I won’t have to tell you anything about it.”

“Magic!” cried Trot with big, eager eyes.  “Did you say magic Umbrel, Button-Bright?”

“I said ‘Magic.’  But none of our family knew it was a Magic Umbrella till I found it out for myself.  You’re the first people I’ve told the secret to,” he added, glancing into their faces rather uneasily.

“Glory me!” exclaimed the girl, clapping her hands in ecstacy.  “It must be jus’ elegant to have a Magic Umbrel!”

Cap’n Bill coughed.  He had a way of coughing when he was suspicious.  “Magic,” he observed gravely, “was once lyin’ ’round loose in the world.  That was in the Dark Ages, I guess, when the magic Arabian Nights was.  But the light o’ Civilization has skeered it away long ago, an’ magic’s been a lost art since long afore you an’ I was born, Trot.”

“I know that fairies still live,” said Trot reflectively.  She didn’t like to contradict Cap’n Bill, who knew “ever’thing.”

“So do I,” added Button-Bright.  “And I know there’s magic still in the world—­or in my umbrella, anyhow.”

“Tell us about it!” begged the girl excitedly.

“Well,” said the boy, “I found it all out by accident.  It rained in Philadelphia for three whole days, and all the umbrellas in our house were carried out by the family and lost or mislaid or something, so that when I wanted to go to Uncle Bob’s house, which is at Germantown, there wasn’t an umbrella to be found.  My governess wouldn’t let me go without one, and—­”

“Oh,” said Trot.  “Do you have a governess?”

“Yes, but I don’t like her.  She’s cross.  She said I couldn’t go to Uncle Bob’s because I had no umbrella.  Instead she told me to go up in the attic and play.  I was sorry ’bout that, but I went up in the attic, and pretty soon I found in a corner this old umbrella.  I didn’t care how it looked.  It was whole and strong and big, and would keep me from getting wet on the way to Uncle Bob’s.  So off I started for the car, but I found the streets awful muddy, and once I stepped in a mud-hole way up to my ankle.  ‘Gee!,’ I said, ’I wish I could fly through the air to Uncle Bob’s.’

“I was holding up the open umbrella when I said that, and as soon as I spoke, the umbrella began lifting me up into the air.  I was awful scared at first, but I held on tight to the handle, and it didn’t pull very much, either.  I was going pretty fast, for when I looked down all the big buildings were sliding past me so swift that it made me dizzy, and before I really knew what had happened the umbrella settled down and stood me on my feet at Uncle Bob’s front gate.