“I know.”
“And you’ll have to do what pleases your parents.”
“I know that, too.”
“And you won’t be permitted to do what pleases yourself.”
“I know; I’ve thought it all over, Fitz.”
“And yet you wish to return home?”
“Yes, I do.”
Fitz Mee laughed gleefully, uproariously, irrationally, laughed till the tears coursed down his cheeks and his fat features were all a-quiver.
“Ho, ho!” he gasped at last. “Roberty-Boberty, you’re not the same boy you were, not at all; you’re not half as high and mighty. What’s come over you, hey?”