I knew they were after somebody, but I couldn't see who it was.

They won't touch you so long as I'm with you.' 'Why, who are you ?' asked the nurse, offended at the freedom with which he spoke to them.
'I'm Peter's son.' 'Who's Peter ?' 'Peter the miner.' 'I don't know him.' 'I'm his son, though.' 'And why should the goblins mind you, pray ?' 'Because I don't mind them.

I'm used to them.' 'What difference does that make ?' 'If you're not afraid of them, they're afraid of you.

I'm not afraid of them.

That's all.