"With the Magic Umbrel," said Cap'n Bill, pointing to the umbrella
that Button-Bright was holding underneath his arm.

"Oh, ho! I see, I see," said the Boolooroo, nodding his funny head.
"Go ahead, then, and eat your lunch."

He retreated a little way to a marble seat beside the fountain, but
watched the strangers carefully. Cap'n Bill, feeling sure he had won
the argument, whispered to the boy and girl that they must eat and
get away as soon as possible, as this might prove a dangerous
country for them to remain in. Trot longed to see more of the
strange blue island, and especially wanted to explore the
magnificent blue palace that adjoined the garden and which had six
hundred tall towers and turrets; but she felt that her old friend
was wise in advising them to get away quickly. So she opened the
basket, and they all three sat in a row on a stone bench and began
to eat sandwiches and cake and pickles and cheese and all the good
things that were packed in the lunch basket.

They were hungry from the long ride, and while they ate they kept
their eyes busily employed in examining all the queer things around
them. The Boolooroo seemed quite the queerest of anything, and Trot
noticed that when he pulled the long curl that stuck up from the top
of his head, a bell tinkled somewhere in the palace. He next pulled
at the bottom of his right ear, and another faraway bell tinkled;
then he touched the end of his nose, and still another bell was
faintly heard. The Boolooroo said not a word while he was ringing
the bells, and Trot wondered if that was the way he amused himself.
But now the frown died away from his face and was replaced with a