″‘Why aren’t you afraid, Mumpo?’ asked Bowman.
‘What is there to be afraid of? Here we are, the three friends. The storm’s gone away. We’ve had our supper. Everything’s all right.‘”
″‘Mi abuelita said I mustn’t be afraid of skeletons I carry my own around inside,’ said Fidelito. ‘She told me to feel my ribs and make friends with them.‘”