“There! I guess that’ll balance us about right. We’ll rise a few hundred feet and float there.”
His prediction proved true. When the balloon had cleared the hilltops, it stopped rising and floated motionless, like a great bubble with a dripping blob at its pendant point.
“Say!” Bob cried, suddenly.
“Well?” said the goblin.
“That tank looks just like the one papa has in his office.”
“It is just like it,” the goblin assured him.
“And the car looks just like mamma’s old clothes-basket.”
“Yes.”
“And the bag looks just like grandma’s old feather-bed.”
The goblin nodded and winked and smiled.