...
GRANNY TYL
Come back every day!...
TYLTYL
Yes, yes; we will come back as often as we can....
GRANNY TYL
It's our only pleasure and it's such a treat for us when your thoughts
visit us!...
GAFFER TYL
We have no other amusements....
TYLTYL
Quick, quick!... My cage!... My bird!...
GAFFER TYL (_handing him the cage_)
Here they are!... You know, I don't warrant him; and if he's not the right
colour...
TYLTYL
Good-bye! Good-bye!...
THE BROTHERS AND SISTERS TYL
Good-bye, Tyltyl! Good-bye, Mytyl!... Remember the barley-sugar!...
Good-bye!... Come again!... Come again!...
(_They all wave their handkerchiefs while_ TYLTYL _and_ MYTYL
_slowly move away. But already, during the last sentences, the fog of the
beginning of the scene has been gradually re-forming, so that, at the end,
all has disappeared in the mist and, at the fall of the curtain_, TYLTYL
_and_ MYTYL _are again alone visible under the big oak_.)
TYLTYL
It's this way, Mytyl....
MYTYL
Where is Light?...
TYLTYL
I don't know.... (_Looking at the bird in the cage_.) But the bird is
no longer blue!... He has turned black!...
MYTYL
Give me your hand, little brother.... I feel so frightened and so cold.
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