"Let's do it, Cap'n Bill." The old sailor did not like the idea at first, but he thought it over carefully and the more he thought the better it seemed.
"How could you manage to carry us, if we were so small ?" he asked.
"I could put you in a paper bag, and tie the bag around my neck." "But we haven't a paper bag," objected Trot.
The Ork looked at her.
"There's your sunbonnet," it said presently, "which is hollow in the middle and has two strings that you could tie around my neck." Trot took off her sunbonnet and regarded it critically.

Yes, it might easily hold both her and Cap'n Bill, after they had eaten the lavender berries and been reduced in size.

She tied the strings around the Ork's neck and the sunbonnet made a bag in which two tiny people might ride without danger of falling out.

So she said: "I b'lieve we'll do it that way, Cap'n." Cap'n Bill groaned but could make no logical objection except that the plan seemed to him quite dangerous--and dangerous in more ways than one.
"I think so, myself," said Trot soberly.

"But nobody can stay alive without getting into danger sometimes, and danger doesn't mean getting hurt, Cap'n; it only means we might get hurt.