“Well, let ’em; I don’t care.”
“And your people and your schoolmates will laugh at you, when you return home.”
Bob was silent, deeply pondering.
“Don’t you care?” Fitz Mee asked, cackling explosively.
“Yes, I do! But I’ve got to go, anyhow; I’ll die here.”
“Oh, no, you won’t, Bob,” said the goblin, teasingly.
“I will, too,” said Bob, desperately in earnest; “I know.”
“You’ll have to go to school, if you return home.”
“I don’t mind that; I’ll have other boys to play with, anyhow.”
“Yes, but you’ll have to obey the teacher.”