“Yes.”
“All right. Off to bed you go. You’ll find a couch in the next room. Go in there and tumble down.”
“I will pretty soon.”
“But you must go now.”
“Must go now? Why?”
“Because it’s the law in Goblinland that a boy shall do what he pleases—and at once.”
“Well, I won’t go to bed till I get ready, Fitz.”
“You don’t mean to defy the law, do you, Bob?”
“Doggone such an old law!” the lad muttered peevishly.