Mítritch. Frightful? Don't be afraid and then it won't be frightful. Look at her, she's afraid, and then says it's frightful. How can it help being frightful if you are afraid? Eh, what a stupid little girl!
[Silence. The cricket chirps.
Nan (whispers). Daddy! I say, daddy! Are you asleep?
Mítritch. Now then, what d'you want?
Nan. What's the bogey like?
Mítritch. Why, like this! When he finds such a one as you, who won't sleep, he comes with a sack and pops the girl into it, then in he gets himself, head and all, lifts her dress, and gives her a fine whipping!
Nan. What with?
Mítritch. He takes a birch-broom with him.
Nan. But he can't see there--inside the sack!
Mítritch. He'll see, no fear!