Still, perhaps,
in case of accident it would be as well to be getting out of this.
Helfer, you'll take the great chest. That's your business, you
know.'
'Yes, dad,' said a third voice. 'But you must help me to get it on
my back. It's awfully heavy, you know.'
'Well, it isn't just a bag of smoke, I admit. But you're as strong
as a mountain, Helfer.'
'You say so, dad. I think myself I'm all right. But I could carry
ten times as much if it wasn't for my feet.'
'That is your weak point, I confess, my boy.'
'Ain't it yours too, father?'
'Well, to be honest, it's a goblin weakness. Why they come so
soft, I declare I haven't an idea.'
'Specially when your head's so hard, you know, father.'
'Yes my boy. The goblin's glory is his head. To think how the
fellows up above there have to put on helmets and things when they
go fighting! Ha! ha!'
'But why don't we wear shoes like them, father? I should like it
- especially when I've got a chest like that on my head.'
'Well, you see, it's not the fashion. The king never wears shoes.'
'The queen does.'
'Yes; but that's for distinction.
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