them to Sky Island, which they did not know when they started was
anywhere in existence. Button-Bright told this, and then Trot
related their adventures among the Blueskins and how the Boolooroo
had stolen the umbrella and prevented them from going home again.
The parrot on her shoulder kept interrupting her continually, for
the mention of the Boolooroo seemed to make the bird frantic with
rage.

"Naughty, naughty Boolooroo!
He's the worst I ever knew!"

the parrot repeated over and over again.

Cap'n Bill finished the story by telling of their escape through the
Fog Bank. "We didn't know what your Pink Country was like, o'
course," he said, "but we knew it couldn't be worse than the Blue
Country, an' we didn't take any stock in their stories that the Fog
Bank would be the death o' us."

"Pretty wet! Pretty wet
Was the journey, you can bet!"

declared the parrot in conclusion.

"Yes, it was wet an' sticky, all right," agreed the sailor, "but the
big frog helped us an' we got through all right."

"But what can you do here?" asked Tourmaline. "You are not like my
people, the Pinkies, and there is no place for you in our country."