“Ho, ho!” laughed Fitz Mee.
“Oh, you can laugh!” the boy cried, in weak irritation. “But I don’t!”
“You said it would just suit you, Bob—before you came here,” Fitz chuckled hoarsely, holding his sides and rocking to and fro.
“I know I did; but I’d never tried it.”
“And you don’t like it?”
“No, indeed,” Bob answered very earnestly.
“And you’re homesick, and want to go home?”
The boy nodded, his eyes downcast.
“All the goblins’ll laugh at you, if you go to leave Goblinville.”