“When?”
“When we get there, of course.”
“Yes; when we get there.”
“Well, we’ll get there.”
“We’re not going very fast; we’re still right over the town.”
And the boy laughed aloud, scornfully.
“We haven’t started yet,” the goblin countered.
“No; and we’re not likely to start, as far as I can see—unless a wind storm comes on; and it may blow us in any direction.”
“Bosh!” barked the goblin.