Part 21 (2/2)
”We Pollys know our business, and we're all right!
We'll take good care of Cap'n Bill and Trot and b.u.t.ton-Bright.
You watch 'em from the Rainbow, and I'll watch day and night, And we'll call a sky policeman if trouble comes in sight!”
Suddenly, the bow lifted and carried the dancing maidens into the sky.
The colors faded, the arch slowly dissolved and the heavens were clear.
Trot turned to the Pinkies. ”Let's have a holiday today,” she said.
”Have a good time and enjoy yourselves. I don't jus' know how I'm goin'
to rule this country yet, but I'll think it over an' let you know.”
Then she went into the palace hut with Cap'n Bill and b.u.t.ton-Bright and Rosalie the Witch, and the people went away to enjoy themselves and talk over the surprising events of the day.
”Dear me,” said Trot, throwing herself into a chair, ”wasn't that a sudden change of fortune, though? That Rainbow's Daughter is a pretty good fairy. I'm glad you know her, b.u.t.ton-Bright.”
”I was sure something would happen to save you,” remarked Rosalie, ”and that was why I voted to have you thrown off the edge. I wanted to discover who would come to your a.s.sistance, and I found out. Now I have made a friend of Polychrome, and that will render me more powerful as a Witch, for I can call upon her for a.s.sistance whenever I need her.”
”But see here,” said Cap'n Bill. ”You can't afford to spend your time a-rulin' this tucked-up country, Trot.”
”Why not?” asked Trot, who was pleased with her new and important position.
”It'd get pretty tiresome, mate, after you'd had a few quarrels with the Pinkies, for they expec' their Queen to be as poor as poverty an'
never have any fun in life.”
”You wouldn't like it for long, I'm sure,” added b.u.t.ton-Bright seriously.
Trot seemed thoughtful. ”No, I don't know's I would,” she admitted.
”But as long as we stay here, it seems a pretty good thing to be Queen.
I guess I'm a little proud of it. I wish mother could see me rulin' the Pinkies, an' Papa Griffith, too. Wouldn't they open their eyes?”
”They would, mate, but they can't see you,” said Cap'n Bill. ”So the question is, what's to be done?”
”We ought to get home,” observed the boy. ”Our folks will worry about us, and Earth's the best place to live, after all. If we could only get hold of my Magic Umbrella, we'd be all right.”
”The rose is red, the violet's blue, But the umbrel's stolen by the Boolooroo!”
screamed the parrot.
”That's it,” said Cap'n Bill. ”The Boolooroo's got the umbrel, an' that settles the question.”
”Tell me,” said Rosalie, ”If you had your Magic Umbrella, could you fly home again in safety?”
”Of course we could,” replied b.u.t.ton-Bright.
”And would you prefer to go home to remaining here?”
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