After they had eaten all they could and the servants had been sent away, Trot related her adventures, telling how with the assistance of the billygoat she had turned the tables on the wicked Boolooroo.  Then she gave Rosalie back her magic ring, thanking the kind Witch for all she had done for them.  “And now,” said she, “I want to say to Ghip-’Sizzle that jus’ as soon as we can find Button-Bright’s umbrel we’re going to fly home again.  I’ll always be Queen of Sky Island, but the Pink and Blue Countries must each have a Ruler.  I think I’ll make ’Sizzle the Boolooroo of the Blues, but I want you to promise me, Ghip, that you’ll destroy the Great Knife and its frame and clean up the room and turn it into a skating rink an’ never patch anyone as long as you rule the Blueskins.”

Ghip-Ghisizzle was overjoyed at the prospect of being Boolooroo of the Blues, but he looked solemn at the promise Trot exacted.  “I’m not cruel,” he said, “and I don’t approve of patching in general, so I’ll willingly destroy the Great Knife.  But before I do that, I want the privilege of patching the Snubnosed Princesses to each other—­mixing the six as much as possible—­and then I want to patch the former Boolooroo to the billygoat, which is the same punishment he was going to inflict upon Cap’n Bill.”

“No,” said Trot positively.  “There’s been enough patching in this country, and I won’t have any more of it.  The old Boolooroo and the six stuck-up Princesses will be punished enough by being put out of the palace.  The people don’t like ’em a bit, so they’ll be outcasts and wanderers, and that will make ’em sorry they were so wicked an’ cruel when they were powerful.  Am I right, Cap’n Bill?”

“You are, mate,” replied the sailor.

“Please, Queen Trot,” begged Ghip-Ghisizzle, “let me patch just the Boolooroo.  It will be such a satisfaction.”

“I have said no, an’ I mean it,” answered the girl.  “You let the poor old Boolooroo alone.  There’s nothing that hurts so much as a come-down in life, an’ I ‘spect the old rascal’s goin’ to be pretty miser’ble by’m’by.”

“What does he say to his reversal of fortune?” asked Rosalie.

“Why, I don’t b’lieve he knows about it,” said Trot.  “Guess I’d better send for him an’ tell him what’s happened.”

So the Captain of the Guards was given the key and told to fetch the Boolooroo from the Room of the Great Knife.  The guards had a terrible struggle with the goat, which was loose in the room and still wanted to fight, but finally they subdued the animal, and then they took the Boolooroo out of the frame he was tied in and brought both him and the goat before Queen Trot, who awaited them in the throne room of the palace.  When the courtiers and the people assembled saw the goat, they gave a great cheer, for the beast had helped to dethrone their wicked Ruler.

“What’s goin’ to happen to this tough ol’ warrior, Trot?” asked Cap’n Bill.  “It’s my idee as he’s braver than the whole Blue Army put together.”