.. Yes, you're shooting up finely.... Look,
over there, on the door, is the mark of the last time.... That was on
All-hallows.... Now then, stand up straight.... (TYLTYL _stands up
against the door_.) Four fingers taller!... That's immense!... (MYTYL
_also stands up against the door_.) And Mytyl, four and a half!...
Aha, ill weeds grow apace!... How they've grown, oh, how they've grown!...
TYLTYL (_looking around him with delight_)
Nothing is changed, everything is in its old place!... Only everything is
prettier!... There is the clock with the big hand which I broke the point
off....
GAFFER TYL
And here is the soup-tureen you chipped a corner off....
TYLTYL
And here is the hole which I made in the door, the day I found the
gimlet....
GAFFER TYL
Yes, you've done some damage in your time!... And here is the plum-tree in
which you were so fond of climbing, when I wasn't looking.... It still has
its fine red plums....
TYLTYL
But they are finer than ever!...
MYTYL
And here is the old blackbird!... Does he still sing?...
(_The blackbird wakes and begins to sing at the top of his voice_.)
GRANNY TYL
You see.... As soon as one thinks of him....
TYLTYL (_observing with amazement that the blackbird is quite blue_)
But he's blue!.
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