“Where?” he asked hoarsely.
They all pointed over their shoulders with their thumbs at the great door of the building.
“But what if I will not go?” he asked, in as cool and determined a voice as he could assume.
At this all the little Imps began to caper about in great glee, singing:—
“Mortals rash
Who disobey,
Little Imps
Will bear away!
If they still
Refuse to go,