“Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-HA! Ha-ha-ha-ha!”
And like twisting boughs of trees in a storm, the goblins swayed and rocked themselves to and fro, convulsed with laughter.
“I say I was a ‘good’ man!” repeated the demon preacher, leaning down over the edge of the green pulpit, and rolling its goggle eyes at its audience, particularly at the shuddering McNason—“Good in the sense that you and I and our Human brother understand goodness! I wore a top-hat——”
“Ha-ha!”
“And a frock-coat——”
“Ha-ha!”
“And I went to Church every Sunday——”
“Ha-ha-Ha!”
“I took round the collection-plate——”
“Ha-ha!”