“What’s the matter, now?” asked Fitz.
“I’m afraid to take it,” the boy replied.
“What’re you afraid of?”
“I’m afraid it will shrink me all away to nothing.”
“No, it won’t.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. These are goblin tablets; gob-tabs we Call ’em for short. They just shrink a person to goblin size; you can’t shrink any more. Take it now; it’ll just shrink your clothes.”
“W-e-ll, I—I don’t know; I can’t remain in this fix, though.” Then in sudden desperation:—“Give it to me; I’ll take it!”
The lad swallowed the tablet. Barely had he done so, when his clothes shrank to fit him—skin tight.
“Say!” he giggled gleefully, closely examining himself. “Those tablets are great.”