“I wonder if Fitz is awake,” he mumbled; “I’m hungry. I suppose he slept on the couch in the next room. I wonder where all this brightness comes from; I don’t see a lamp of any kind. Huh! It comes from that funny little black thing on the stand there. What kind of lamp can it be—hey?”
He walked over and looked at the strange object—a small perforated cone, from the many holes of which the white light streamed. Noticing a projecting button near the top of the black cone, he made hold to touch it and give it a slight turn. Instantly the holes had closed and the room was in darkness. He turned the button back again; and the holes were open and the room was light as day.
“Well, that beats me!” muttered Bob. “It looks like an electric light; but I don’t see any wires. There aren’t any wires. I must find Fitz and learn about this thing.”
He peeped into the adjoining room, which was in darkness, and called:
“Fitz! Oh, Fitz! Are you asleep, Fitz?”
“Huh?” was the startled reply. “Yes—no, I guess so—I guess not, I mean.”
Bob laughed.
“Well, get up and come in here,” he said.
“Why, it isn’t morning yet,” the goblin objected.