But not at all where cook meant when she said 'out'.

This confused the truthful Anthea.
'Out!' said the cook, 'that I'll take care you don't;' and she snatched the Lamb from the lap of Jane, while Anthea and Robert caught her by the skirts and apron.

'Look here,' said Cyril, in stern desperation, 'will you go away, and make your pudding in a pie-dish, or a flower-pot, or a hot-water can, or something ?' 'Not me,' said the cook, briefly; 'and leave this precious poppet for you to give his deathercold to.' 'I warn you,' said Cyril, solemnly.

'Beware, ere yet it be too late.' 'Late yourself the little popsey-wopsey,' said the cook, with angry tenderness.

'They shan't take it out, no more they shan't.