"They had it in mind," Toffee said, "but I just said 'helpovitch' to them, and they dropped the whole thing."
"Vooman!" the Leader gasped. "You say soch dorty vord it is only sooprise soldiers do not drop teeth along with thing!" He waved his hand. "Go vay, dorty gorl! Screm!"
"For Pete's sake!" Toffee said. "What does the word mean?"
"Don't ask!" the Leader gasped, throwing up his hands. "You make me drop whole thing, too! Go vay or I call soldiers and tall tham shoot you all over—oop!—down!" He started toward the door. "Tarrible gorl!"
"Hold it, Cecil," Toffee said. "You touch that door and I'll pull off a shindig that'll make you sad all over."
The Leader stopped and regarded her uncertainly. "You American vooman spy, hah?" he demanded. "You think you smart. Vell, you be dad soon, vhat you think, hay?"
"I think you're going to be reasonable and do what I say, hey," Toffee answered firmly. "Either that or you're going to get the surprise of your life."
"Who iss you anyway?"
"An avenging angel," Toffee said. "That'll do for now."
"Nonsanse!" the Leader snorted. "No soch thing angel. Anyvay, angel vould not say dorty vords, make soldiers drop things."