“You shan’t!”

“I will!”

“You’re a spoiled, stubborn boy, Roberty-Boberty Taylor.”

“And you’re a contrary old goblin, Mr. Epilepsy Spasms Convulsions Fitz Mee. Now!”

“Bob, you ought to be ashamed to call a comrade naughty names.”

“I am; but you called me names first.”

“I know I did; and I’m sorry. But, Bob, why do you desire to go back home?”

“Because I’m tired of being away from home; because I’m tired of adventure.”

“But you haven’t seen Goblinland yet.”

“I don’t care; I don’t want to see it, I—I guess.”