Umbrella. Cap'n Bill sat in his seat just in front of them, all
being upon the ground.

"Don't we look funny?" said Trot with a chuckle of glee. "But hold
fast the ropes, Cap'n, an' take care of your wooden leg."

Button-Bright addressed the umbrella, speaking to it very
respectfully, for it was a thing to inspire awe. "I want to go as
far as Smuggler's Cove and then turn around in the air and come back
here," he said. At once the umbrella rose into the air, lifting
after it first the seat in which the children sat, and then Cap'n
Bill's seat.

"Don't kick your heels, Trot!" cried the sailor in a voice that
proved he was excited by his novel experience. "You might bump me in
the nose."

"All right," she called back. "I'll be careful."

It was really a wonderful, exhilarating ride, and Cap'n Bill wasn't
long making up his mind he liked the sensation. When about fifty
feet above the ground the umbrella began moving along the coast
toward Smuggler's Cove, which it soon reached. Looking downward,
Cap'n Bill suddenly exclaimed, "Why, there' a boat cast loose, an'
it's goin' to smash on the rocks. Hold on a minute, Butt'n-Bright,
till we can land an' drag it ashore."

"Hold on a minute, Umbrella!" cried the boy. But the Magic Umbrella
kept steadily upon its way. It made a circle over the Cove and then
started straight back the way it had come. "It's no use, sir," said