“Fitz, I want to go back home; I do—I do! I can’t stand it here any longer. It isn’t at all what I thought it would be like; and I’m homesick!”
Fitz Mee did not laugh; he did not smile, even. On the contrary he looked very grave—and a little sad.
“So you’re homesick, Bob—eh?” he said.
“Yes, I am, Fitz.”
“And you desire to go home?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You don’t like things here in Goblinville?”
“No, I don’t.”
“What is it you object to?”