The slight swaying of the sunbonnet made Cap'n Bill drowsy, and he began to doze.

Trot, however, was wide awake, and after enduring the monotonous journey as long as she was able she called out: "Don't you see land anywhere, Mr.Ork ?" "Not yet," he answered.

"This is a big ocean and I've no idea in which direction the nearest land to that 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.
"It is surely an island, and a little one, too," said he.