Go." With glaring eyes and gaping mouth, the cook stood looking at him, like a woman struck to stone.

In a moment more, the rage burst out of her in a furious scream.

She turned to the table, and snatched up a knife.
Benjulia wrenched it from her hand, and dropped back into his chair completely overpowered by the success of his little joke.

He did what he had never done within the memory of his oldest friend--he burst out laughing.

"This _has_ been a holiday!" he said.