"Oh," said Button-Bright. "But never mind the Blue Wolf; I must
manage to get my umbrella somehow or other."

They now walked back to the palace, still objects of much curiosity
to the natives, who sneered at them and mocked them but dared not
interfere with their progress. At the palace they found that dinner
was about to be served in the big dining hall of the servants and
dependents and household officers of the royal Boolooroo.
Ghip-Ghisizzle was the Majordomo and Master of Ceremonies, so he
took his seat at the end of the long table and placed Cap'n Bill on
one side of him and Button-Bright on the other, to the great
annoyance of the other Blueskins present, who favored the strangers
with nothing pleasanter than envious scowls.

The Boolooroo and his Queen and daughters--the Six Snubnosed
Princesses--dined in formal state in the Banquet Hall, where they
were waited upon by favorite soldiers of the Royal Bodyguard. Here
in the servants' hall there was one vacant seat next to
Button-Bright which was reserved for Trot; but the little girl had
not yet appeared, and the sailorman and the boy were beginning to be
uneasy about her.






THE TRIBULATION OF TROT