(_The mist begins to move; It grows thinner and lighter, disperses, evaporates. Soon, in a more and more transparent light, appears, under a leafy vault, a cheerful little peasant's cottage, covered with creepers. The door and windows are open. There are bee-hives under a shed, flower-pots on the window-sills, a cage with a sleeping blackbird. Beside the door is a bench, on which an old peasant and his wife_, TYLTYL'S _grandfather and grandmother, are seated, both sound asleep_.) TYLTYL (_suddenly recognising them_) It's grandad and granny!... MYTYL (_clapping her hands_) Yes! Yes!... So it is! So it is!... TYLTYL (_still a little distrustful_) Take care!... We don't know yet if they can stir.... Let's keep behind the tree.... (GRANNY TYL _opens her eyes, raises her head, stretches herself, gives a sigh and looks at_ GAFFER TYL, _who also wakes slowly from his sleep_.) GRANNY TYL I have a notion that our grandchildren who are still alive are coming to see us today.... GAFFER TYL They are certainly thinking of as, for I feel anyhow and I have pins and needles in my legs.... GRANNY TYL I think they must be quite near, for I see tears of joy dancing before my eyes.... GAFFER TYL No, no, they are a long way off.... I still feel weak.... GRANNY TYL I tell you they are here; I am quite strong.... TYLTYL _and_ MYTYL (_rushing up from behind the oak_) Here we are!... Here we are!... Gaffer! Granny!... It's we!... It's we!... GAFFER TYL There!... You see?... What did I tell you?... I was sure they would come to-day.... GRANNY TYL Tyltyl!... Mytyl!... It's you!... It's she!... (_Trying to run to meet them_) I can't run!... I've still got the rheumatics!... GAFFER TYL (_hobbling along as fast as he can_) No more can I.... That's because of my wooden leg, which I still wear instead of the one I broke when I fell off the big oak.... (_The_ GRANDPARENTS _and the_ CHILDREN _exchange frantic embraces_.) GRANNY TYL How tall and strong you've grown, Tyltyl! GAFFER TYL (_stroking_ MYTYL'S _hair_) And Mytyl!... Just look at her.... What pretty hair, what pretty eyes!... GRANNY TYL Come and kiss me again!... Come on to my lap.... GAFFER TYL And what about me?... GRANNY TYL No, no.... Come to me first.... How are Daddy and Mummy Tyl?... TYLTYL Quite well, granny.... They were asleep when we went out.... GRANNY TYL (_gazing at them and covering them with caresses_) Lord, how pretty they are and how nice and clean!... Was it mummy who washed you?... And there are no holes in your stockings!... I used to darn them once, you know.... Why don't you come to see us oftener?... It makes us so happy!... It is months and months now that you've forgotten us and that we have seen nobody.... TYLTYL We couldn't, granny; and to-day its only because of the Fairy....