“And I can do anything that pleases me?”
“You can’t do anything else.”
“Good!” Bob shouted gleefully. “I guess I’ll like Goblinland all right; and I don’t care if I do stay a boy. Am I the first human boy that ever got into your country, Fitz?”
“You’re the first human being of any kind that ever set foot in Goblinland.”
“Is that so? Well, I’ll try not to make your people sorry you brought me here, Fitz.”
“That’s all right, Bob,” his companion made reply, a little dejectedly, the boy thought. “And what would you like to do first—now that you are in a land that is absolutely new to you?”
“Fitz, I’d like to take a good long sleep.”
“That would please you?”
“Yes, indeed.”
“More than anything else, for the present?”