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!... Why, that's the bird, the Blue Bird which I am to take back to the Fairy.... And you never told us that you had him here!... Oh, he's blue, blue, blue as a blue glass marble!... (_Entreatingly_) Grandad, granny, will you give him to me?... GAFFER TYL Yes, perhaps, perhaps.... What do you think, granny?... GRANNY TYL Certainly, certainly.... What use is he to us?... He does nothing but sleep.... We never hear him sing.... TYLTYL I will put him in my cage.... I say, where is my cage?... Oh, I know, I left it behind the big tree.... (_He runs to the tree, fetches the cage and puts the blackbird into it_.) So, really, you've really given him to me?... How pleased the Fairy will be!... And Light too!... GAFFER TYL Mind you, I won't answer for the bird.... I'm afraid that he will never get used again to the restless life up there and that he'll come back here by the first wind that blows this way.... However, we shall see.... Leave him there, for the present, and come and look at the cow.... TYLTYL (_noticing the hives_) And how are the bees getting on? GAFFER TYL Oh, pretty well.... They are no longer alive, as you call it up there; but they work hard.... TYLTYL (_going up to the hives_) Oh, yes!... I can smell the honey!... How heavy the hives must be!... All the flowers are so beautiful!... And my little dead sisters, are they here too?... MYTYL And where are my three little brothers who were buried?... (_At these words, seven little_ CHILDREN, _of different sizes, like a set of Pan's pipes, come out of the cottage, one by one_.) GRANNY TYL Here they are, here they are!... As soon as you think of them, as soon as you speak of them, they are there, the darlings!... (TYLTYL _and_ MYTYL _run to meet the_ CHILDREN. _They hustle and hug one another and dance and whirl about and utter screams of joy_.) TYLTYL Hullo, Pierrot!... (_They clutch each other by the hair_.) Ah, so we're going to fight again, as in the old days.... And Robert!... I say, Jean, what's become of your top?... Madeleine and Pierette and Pauline!... And here's Riquette!...