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.

"I didn't tell anybody about the wonderful thing that had happened,
'cause I thought no one would believe me. Uncle Bob looked sharp at
the thing an' said, 'Button-Bright, how did your father happen to
let you take that umbrella?' 'He didn't,' I said. 'Father was away
at the office, so I found it in the attic an' I jus' took it.' Then
Uncle Bob shook his head an' said I ought to leave it alone. He said
it was a fam'ly relic that had been handed down from father to son
for many generations. But I told him my father had never handed it
to me, though I'm his son. Uncle Bob said our fam'ly always believed
that it brought 'em good luck to own this umbrella. He couldn't say
why, not knowing its early history, but he was afraid that if I lost
the umbrella, bad luck would happen to us. So he made me go right
home to put the umbrella back where I got it. I was sorry Uncle Bob
was so cross, and I didn't want to go home yet, where the governess
was crosser 'n he was. I wonder why folks get cross when it rains?
But by that time it had stopped raining--for awhile, anyhow--and
Uncle Bob told me to go straight home and put the umbrella in the
attic an' never touch it again.

"When I was around the corner, I thought I'd see if I could fly as I
had before. I'd heard of Buffalo, but I didn't know just where it
was, so I said to the umbrella, 'Take me to Buffalo.' Up in the air
I went, just as soon as I said it, and the umbrella sailed so fast