)
TYLTYL
And who is that wet lady?...
THE FAIRY
Don't be afraid. It's Water just come from the tap....
(_The milk-jug upsets, falls from the table and smashes on the floor; and
from the spilt milk there rises a tall, white, bashful figure who seems to
be afraid of everything_.)
TYLTYL
And the frightened lady in her nightgown?...
THE FAIRY
That's Milk; she has broken her jug....
(_The sugar-loaf, at the foot of the cupboard, grows taller and wider and
splits its paper wrapper, whence issues a mawkish and hypocritical being,
dressed in a long coat half blue and half white, who goes up to_ MYTYL
_with a sanctimonious smile_.)
MYTYL (_greatly alarmed_)
What does he want?...
THE FAIRY
Why, he is the soul of Sugar!...
MYTYL (_reassured_)
Has he any barley-sugar?...
THE FAIRY
His pockets are full of it and each of his fingers is a sugar-stick....
(_The lamp falls from the table and, at the same moment, its flame
springs up again and turns into a luminous maid of incomparable beauty. She
is dressed in long transparent and dazzling veils and stands motionless in
a sort of ecstasy_.)
TYLTYL
It's the Queen!...
MYTYL
It's the Blessed Virgin!.
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