“If you need to send a wireless phone message to Goblinland, how do you do it?”
Fitz Mee silently drew from his pocket a small shiny metallic box, and opened it. It contained a tiny telephone instrument, perfect in every detail—speaking-tube, receiver and all.
“My!” the boy exclaimed in admiration and wonder. “Isn’t it pretty and isn’t it little! But how do you use it, Fitz?”
“Just like you use any telephone,” the goblin replied complacently.
“Do you take down that teenty-weenty little receiver and call up central in Goblinland?”
“Yes.”
“And central gives you whatever number you want?”
The goblin nodded.
“Say!” the boy cried excitedly. “Call up some one right now, Fitz.”