MYTYL Oh, Riquette, Riquette!... She's still crawling on all fours!... GRANNY TYL Yes, she has stopped growing. TYLTYL (_noticing the little_ DOG _yelping around them_) There's Kiki, whose tail I cut off with Pauline's scissors.... He hasn't changed either.... GAFFER TYL (_sententiously_) No, nothing changes here.... TYLTYL And Pauline still has a pimple on her nose.... GRANNY TYL Yes, it won't go away; there's nothing to be done for it.... TYLTYL Oh, how well they look, how fat and glossy they are!... What jolly cheeks they have!... They look well fed.... GRANNY TYL They have been much better since they ceased living.... There's nothing more to fear, nobody is ever ill, one has no anxiety.... (_The clock inside the cottage strikes eight_.) GRANNY TYL (_amazed_) What's that?... GAFFER TYL I don't know, I'm sure.... It must be the clock.... GRANNY TYL It can't be.... It never strikes.... GAFFER TYL Because we no longer think of the time.... Was any one thinking of the time?... TYLTYL Yes, I was.... What is the time?... GAFFER TYL I'm sure I can't tell.... I've forgotten how.... It struck eight times, so I suppose it's what they call eight o'clock up there.... TYLTYL Light expects me at a quarter to nine.... It's because of the Fairy.... It's extremely important.... I'm off!... GRANNY TYL Don't leave us like that, just as supper's ready!... Quick, quick, let's lay the table outside.... I've got some capital cabbage-soup and a beautiful plum-tart.... (_They get out the table, dishes, plates, etc., and lay for supper outside the door, all helping_.) TYLTYL Well, as I've got the Blue Bird.... And then it's so long since I tasted cabbage-soup.... Ever since I've been, travelling.... They don't have it at the hotels.... GRANNY TYL There!... That didn't take long!... Sit down, children.... Don't let us lose time, if you're in a hurry.... (_They have lit the lamp and served the soup. The_ GRANDPARENTS _and the_ CHILDREN _sit down round the table, jostling and elbowing one another and laughing and screaming with pleasure_.) TYLTYL (_eating like a glutton_) How good it is!... Oh, how good it is!...I want some more! More!... (_He brandishes his wooden spoon and noisily hits his plate with it_.) GAFFER TYL Come, come, a little more quiet.... You're just as ill-behaved as ever; and you'll break your plate.... TYLTYL (_half-raising himself on his stool_) I want more, more!... (_He seizes the tureen, drags it toward him and upsets it and the soup, which trickles over the table and down over their knees and scalds them. Yells and screams of pain_.) GRANNY TYL There!... I told you so!... GAFFER TYL (_giving TYLTYL a loud box on the ear_) That's one for you!... TYLTYL (_staggered for a moment, next puts his hand to his cheek with an expression of rapture_) Oh, that's just like the slaps you used to give me when you were alive?... Grandad, how nice it was and how good it makes one feel!... I must give you a kiss!...