The boy nodded.
“If you’re rested now, we’ll resume our sight-seeing.” ([See page 168.])
“You’re a pretty looking thing to go back to Yankeeland—a little mite of a human like you!” sneeringly.
“Oh, Fitz!” the lad wailed. “Can’t I be made a real boy again?”
The goblin impressively shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “You see you’ve taken so many gob-tabs it’s very doubtful whether you can be changed back into a boy at all.”
“Oh, Fitz, don’t say that!”—greatly distressed.
“Of course, if you were put on human diet for a long time, you might come out all right,”—reflectively.