“I wouldn’t, if I were you—that’s all.”
“Well, why?”
“They’re not yours.”
“I know. But you goblins make no use of them; and it wouldn’t be wrong—wouldn’t be stealing, would it?”
“No,” Fitz Mee mumbled, “it wouldn’t be robbery, exactly. But you heard what the mayor said.”
“What about?”
“That you weren’t to take anything away with you that you didn’t bring here with you.”
“Yes, I heard him. Is that what he meant?”
“To be sure.”
“Well, why does he object to my taking a few old nuggets of gold that none of you will use?” said Bob peevishly.