"If anyone ever finds a lost boy, he can make up his mind it's Button-Bright.

But how he ever came to be lost in this far-away country is more'n I can make out." "Where does he belong ?" inquired the Ork.
"His home used to be in Philadelphia, I think; but I'm quite sure Button-Bright doesn't belong anywhere." "That's right," said the boy, nodding his head as he swallowed the second mouthful.
"Everyone belongs somewhere," remarked the Ork.
"Not me," insisted Button-Bright.

"I'm half way round the world from Philadelphia, and I've lost my Magic Umbrella, that used to carry me anywhere.

Stands to reason that if I can't get back I haven't any home.
But I don't care much.

This is a pretty good country, Trot.