“Sure!” winked the goblin. “Now are you ready to go?”
“Why—why,” Bob faltered, “I’d like to bid my folks good-bye—especially mamma.”
“You’re in nice shape to bid your folks good-bye, now, aren’t you?” sneered the goblin.
“That’s so,” the boy muttered, sadly shaking his head. “But I do hate to leave ’em without saying anything about it—especially mamma.”
“Huh!” the goblin grunted, contemptuously. “You tell your mother of your intention and she won’t let you go.”
“Yes, that’s so.”
“Well, let’s be off; we’re losing too much time.”
“I—I can come back sometime, can’t I?”
“Pshaw;” snapped the goblin. “I guess you’re satisfied with things here and don’t want to go at all.”