“The ornament’s fine. It’s back on the shelf. We all know now not to touch it.” But Archer wouldn’t be consoled. One of the sprites helping to heat the bath dropped the stone he was holding into the bathtub with a splosh, and that was it. “Out! Get out, all of you! Go! I’ll leave you out in the snow,” Archer cried. “I’ll turn you into doorstops. Go!”
