...
(TYLTYL _does so_) No, it's not that.... Dear heaven, what is the
matter with them?... I shall lose them too, as I lost the others!...
(_Suddenly mad with alarm, she calls out_) Daddy Tyl!... Come, quick!
The children are ill!...
(_Enter_ DADDY TYL, _very calmly, with an axe in his hand_.)
DADDY TYL
What is it?...
TYLTYL and MYTYL (_running up gaily to kiss their father_)
Hullo, daddy!... It's daddy!... Good-morning, daddy!... Have you had plenty
of work this year?...
DADDY TYL
Well, what's the matter?... They don't look ill; they look very well....
MUMMY TYL (_weeping_)
You can't trust their looks.... It will be as with the others.... They
looked quite well also to the end; and then God took them.... I don't know
what's the matter with them.... I put them to bed quite quietly last night;
and this morning, when they woke up, everything was wrong.... They don't
know what they're saying; they talk about a journey.... They have seen
Light and grandad and granny, who are dead, but who are quite well....
TYLTYL
But grandad still has his wooden leg....
MYTYL
And granny her rheumatics....
MUMMY TYL
Do you hear?... Run and fetch the doctor!...
DADDY TYL
Why, no, no.
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