And, as they walked along, the Children gathered a beautiful white nosegay. The dear little things did not know that every pansy (which means "a thought") that they picked brought them nearer to their grandparents; and they soon saw before them a large oak with a notice-board nailed to it. "Here we are!" cried the boy in triumph, as, climbing up on a root, he read: "_The Land of Memory._" They had arrived; but they turned to every side without seeing a thing: "I can see nothing at all!" whimpered Mytyl. "I'm cold!... I'm tired!... I don't want to travel any more!" Tyltyl, who was wholly wrapped up in his errand, lost his temper: "Come, don't keep on crying just like Water!... You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" he said. "There! Look! Look! The fog is lifting!" And, sure enough, the mist parted before their eyes, like veils torn by an invisible hand; the big trees faded away, everything vanished and, instead, there appeared a pretty little peasant's cottage, covered with creepers and standing in a little garden filled with flowers and with trees all over fruit. [Illustration: Everything vanished and, instead, there appeared a pretty little peasant's cottage] The Children at once knew the dear cow in the orchard, the watch-dog at the door, the blackbird in his wicker cage; and everything was steeped in a pale light and a warm and balmy air. Tyltyl and Mytyl stood amazed. So that was the Land of Memory! What lovely weather it was! And how nice it felt to be there! They at once made up their minds to come back often, now that they knew the way. But how great was their happiness when the last veil disappeared and they saw, at a few steps from them, Grandad and Granny sitting on a bench, sound asleep. They clapped their hands and called out gleefully: "It's Grandad! It's Granny!... There they are! There they are!" But they were a little scared by this great piece of magic and dared not move from behind the tree; and they stood looking at the dear old couple, who woke up gently and slowly under their eyes. Then they heard Granny Tyl's trembling voice say: "I have a notion that our grandchildren who are still alive are coming to see us to-day." And Gaffer Tyl answered: "They are certainly thinking of us, for I feel queer and I have pins and needles in my legs." "I think they must be quite near," said Granny, "for I see tears of joy dancing before my eyes and...." Granny had not time to finish her sentence. The Children were in her arms!... What joy! What wild kisses and huggings! What a wonderful surprise! The happiness was too great for words. They laughed and tried to speak and kept on looking at one another with delighted eyes: it was so glorious and so unexpected to meet again like this. When the first excitement was over, they all began to talk at once: "How tall and strong you've grown, Tyltyl!" said Granny. And Grandad cried: "And Mytyl! Just look at her! What pretty hair, what pretty eyes!"