The Raven-mother also rose, saying, "We'll have a look at him. Didn't he give his name?"
"Engraver Kosch, he said three times--and how he said it!" answered the sturdy girl, grinning. "And he said other things too ... that he came from White of Egg, he said, and Ashes or ... I don't know what all else." The girl rubbed her arms and kept on grinning. "I was to tell you that, he said. He was brewed and baked, he said just the same way as the people up here."
The courtier jumped up, crying, "We can't have him in here--he's a lunatic! It's quite impossible, my dear Mamsell Rauchfuss."
Beate smiled. "If he's brewed and baked in the same way as all of us, why not?"
"Because that's foolishness," said the Sperbers' nephew.
"Foolish?" said the much-courted one, laughing. "Are we then from White of Egg?"
"But, my dear Mamsell," said Herr von Mengersen, "these are things ..."
"And he said more ... other kinds of things," said the maid, laughing.
"Be quiet!" commanded the courtier.
"No, no," said the girl, "I wasn't going to say anything. That was just for us."