And so saying, he clapped on his hat, and made one step right over the court-yard wall. In an instant, every giant, genie, dwarf, fairy, gnome, afrit, elf, and the rest of them, followed him out of the gate or over the wall, and swarming down the hill, they disappeared toward all quarters of the compass.
All but one young hobgoblin. He had a faithful heart, and he would not desert his mistress. He stayed behind, and in the morning, when she came down, he told her what had happened.
"And they have all deserted me," she said, sadly, "but you."
The hobgoblin bowed his head. His head was a great deal too large, and his legs and arms were dangly, but he had an honest face.
"Perhaps they were wise," she said, looking into the pots and jars. "It might have killed them. But they were cowards to run away, instead of telling me about it; and I shall make you Ruler of the Household, because you are the only faithful one."
The hobgoblin was overwhelmed with gratitude, and could scarcely say a word.
"But I can never get along without any of them," said Filamina. "We must go and look for them; some may not be far away. We will lock the gate and take the key. May I call you Hob?"
The hobgoblin said she certainly might, if she'd like it.
"Well, then, Hob," said she, "you must go and get a chair, for we can't reach the big lock from the ground."
So Hob ran and got a chair, and brought it outside. They pulled the gate shut, and, standing on the chair, and both using all their force, they turned the big key, which the hobgoblin then took out, and carried, as they both walked away.
"You ought to be careful of the key," said Filamina, "for, if you lose it, we shall not be able to get back. Haven't you a pocket?"
