“Yes.”
“Well, doesn’t he miss meals, and lose sleep, and worry over his patients, and work sometimes for weeks at a time without rest or peace of mind?”
“Yes, he does.”
“But you’d rather do that than be a common laborer for eight or ten hours a day, would you?”
“I—I don’t know; I’d rather just be a boy and have fun all the time. And I guess I’ve seen enough of your factories, Fitz; I want to get out into the fresh air and sunshine again.”
“You must go on through,” the goblin answered, quietly but positively.
“Well, have we seen nearly all there is to see?”
“No, we’ve just begun; we haven’t seen one-tenth part yet.”
“Oh, dear!” Bob groaned. “I never can stand it, Fitz; it’ll take us all day.”