Head Cook (thunderously): Daren't?
Cooklet: We're afraid of the dark!
Kitchen: And oh, we're afraid of the Brownies!
Head Cook: Afraid—afraid—but vat is zere to be afraid? If ze Brownies come, you have only to sprinkle zem with ze magical red pepper!
Cooklet: I should faint directly I saw them!
Kitchen: O dear, good, handsome, gentle cook, please don't leave us alone down here to-night!
Head Cook (almost speechless with rage): But vat you vant? Do you mean to say—you—vant—Me—so gr-r-r-reat—so gr-r-rand—so mightiful—Me—Chief Head Cook—you vant zat I should keep my eyes avake all night—ven I have a kitchenmaid and cooklet to suffaire for me? Is zat vat you mean, heh?
(They nod sheepishly.)
Cooklet: You're a man!
Head Cook: Me—a man! Vat nonsense! I am cook! You have ze most enormous cheek I've ever hit upon! Bah! (Hits them with rolling-pin.) Get up—you cr-r-r-rawling caterpillars! (Knock at the door; they scream.) Vat! now you make a noise, you squeaking beetles!