“Which is the best?” asked Button-Bright.

“I don’t know, I’m sure,” was the reply.  “Judging from their actions in the past, there is no best.”

Rosalie the Witch now went to the cabin and put Indigo into a deep sleep by means of a powerful charm.  Then, while the Princess slept, the Witch made her tell all she knew, which wasn’t a great deal, to be sure; but it was soon discovered that Indigo had been deceiving them and knew nothing at all about the umbrella.  She had hoped to marry Ghip-Ghisizzle and become Queen, after which she could afford to laugh at their reproaches.  So the Witch woke her up and went back to the palace to tell Trot of her failure.

The girl and Button-bright and Cap’n Bill were all rather discouraged by this time, for they had searched high and low and had not found a trace of the all-important umbrella.  That night none of them slept much, for they all lay awake wondering how they could ever return to the Earth and to their homes.

In the morning of the third day after Trot’s conquest of the Blues, the little girl conceived another idea.  She called all the servants of the palace to her and questioned them closely.  But not one could remember having seen anything that looked like an umbrella.

“Are all the servants of the old Boolooroo here?” inquired Cap’n Bill, who was sorry to see Trot looking so sad and downcast.

“All but one,” was the reply.  “Tiggle used to be a servant, but he escaped and ran away.”

“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Trot.  “Tiggle is in hiding somewhere.  Perhaps he doesn’t know there’s been a revolution and a new Boolooroo rules the country.  If he did, there’s no need for him to hide any longer, for he is now in no danger.”

She now dispatched messengers all through the City and the surrounding country, who cried aloud for Tiggle, saying that the new Boolooroo wanted him.  Tiggle, hiding in the cellar of a deserted house in a back street, at last heard these cries and joyfully came forth to confront the messengers.  Having heard of the old Boolooroo’s downfall and disgrace, the old man consented to go to the palace again, and as soon as Trot saw him she asked about the umbrella.

Tiggle thought hard for a minute and then said he remembered sweeping the King’s rooms and finding a queer thing—­that might have been an umbrella—­lying beneath a cabinet.  It had ropes and two wooden seats and a wicker basket all attached to the handle.

“That’s it!” cried Button-Bright excitedly, and “That’s it!  That’s it!” cried both Trot and Cap’n Bill.

“But what did you do with it?” asked Ghip-Ghisizzle.

“I dragged it out and threw it on the rubbish heap in an alley back of the palace,” said Tiggle.  At once they all rushed out to the alley and began digging in the rubbish heap.  By and by Cap’n Bill uncovered the lunch basket, and pulling on this he soon drew up the two seats, and finally the Magic Umbrella.