“I guess he does; you guessed we’d get drowned—but we didn’t.”
“Shut up!”
“You shut up!”
“I won’t!”
“Neither will I!”
Then they stood and silently glared at each other for a full half minute. Finally both began to look foolish, and burst out laughing.
“Fitz, you’re too hot-headed, you old Epilepsy,” Bob giggled.
“I know it,” tittered the goblin; “but so are you, Roberty-Boberty.”
“I know it,” the boy admitted; “but I can’t stay mad at you, Fitz.”