“But can’t I take something that will change me quick—right away?”
Again the goblin shook his head.
“I doubt it,” he murmured. “Giant-tabs would make a giant of you; and you don’t want to be a giant.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Well, I guess, then, if you want to go back home right away, you’ll have to go just as you are.”
“Oh, Fitz!” almost blubbering. “I don’t want to go back home this way; I just can’t! Can’t you give me something that will—will stretch me and swell me to boy size—just to boy size? Can’t you—can’t you?”
“I don’t know,”—with a gloomy shake of the head; “I never heard of such a drug or chemical, but it’s barely possible our chemists may know of something of the kind. I’ll see about it. But here’s a difficulty.”
“What? What, Fitz?”
“Why, as you know, there’s no means of getting out of Goblinland except by balloon; and I doubt if my balloon will carry you at full and normal weight.”