island lies; but if I keep flying in a straight line I'm
sure to reach some place some time."

That seemed reasonable, so the little people in the
sunbonnet remained as patient as possible; that is, Cap'n
Bill dozed and Trot tried to remember her geography
lessons so she could figure out what land they were
likely to arrive at.

For hours and hours the Ork flew steadily, keeping to
the straight line and searching with his eyes the horizon
of the ocean for land. Cap'n Bill was fast asleep and
snoring and Trot had laid her head on his shoulder to
rest it when suddenly the Ork exclaimed:

"There! I've caught a glimpse of land, at last."

At this announcement they roused themselves. Cap'n Bill
stood up and tried to peek over the edge of the
sunbonnet.

"What does it look like?" he inquired.

"Looks like another island," said the Ork; "but I can
judge it better in a minute or two."

"I don't care much for islands, since we visited that
other one," declared Trot.

Soon the Ork made another announcement.