very edge. A seat had been built around the trunk of the tree, for
this was a favorite spot for Trot and Cap'n Bill to sit and talk and
watch the fleet of fishing boats sail to and from the village. When
they came to this tree, Trot was still trying to think of the most
pleasant place to picnic. She and Cap'n Bill had been every place
that was desirable and nearby, but today they didn't want a nearby
spot. They must decide upon one far enough away to afford them a
fine trip through the air. Looking far out over the Pacific, the
girl's eyes fell upon a dim island lying on the horizon line just
where the sky and water seemed to meet, and the sight gave her an
idea.

"Oh, Cap'n Bill!" she exclaimed. "Let's go to that island for our
picnic. We've never been there yet, you know."

The sailor shook his head. "It's a good many miles away, Trot," he
said, "further than it looks to be from here."

"That won't matter," remarked Button-Bright. "The umbrella will
carry us there in no time."

"Let's go!" repeated Trot. "We'll never have another such chance,
Cap'n. It's too far to sail or row, and I've always wanted to visit
that island."

"What's the name of it?" inquired Button-Bright while the sailor
hesitated to decide.

"Oh, it's got an awful hard name to pernounce," replied the girl,
"so Cap'n Bill and I jus' call it 'Sky Island' 'cause it looks as if