Meanwhile, Tyltyl continued his joyful inspection of the cottage. He leaned over the bread-pan to speak a kind word to the Loaves; he rushed at Tylo, who was sleeping in his basket, and congratulated him on the good fight which he had made in the forest. Mytyl stooped down to stroke Tylette, who was snoozing by the stove, and said: "Well, Tylette?... You know me, I see, but you have stopped talking." Then Tyltyl put his hand up to his forehead: "Hullo!" he cried. "The diamond's gone!... Who's taken my little green hat?... Never mind, I don't want it any more!... Ah, there's Fire! Good-morning, sir! He'll be crackling to make Water angry!" He ran to the tap, turned it on and bent down over the water. "Good-morning, Water, good-morning!... What does she say?... She still talks, but I don't understand her as well as I did.... Oh, how happy I am, how happy I am!..." "So am I, so am I!" cried Mytyl. And our two young friends took each other's hands and began to scamper round the kitchen. Mummy Tyl felt a little relieved at seeing them so full of life and spirits. Besides, Daddy Tyl was so calm and placid. He sat eating his porridge and laughing: "You see, they are _playing_ at being happy!" he said. Of course, the poor dear man did not know that a wonderful dream had taught his little children not to play at being happy, but to _be_ happy, which is the greatest and most difficult of lessons. "I like Light best of all," said Tyltyl to Mytyl, standing on tip-toe by the window. "You can see her over there, through the trees of the forest. To-night, she will be in the lamp. Dear, oh, dear, how lovely it all is and how glad I feel, how glad I...." He stopped and listened. Everybody lent an ear. They heard laughter and merry voices; and the sounds came nearer. "It's her voice!" cried Tyltyl. "Let me open the door!" As a matter of fact, it was the little girl, with her mother, Neighbor Berlingot. "Look at her," said Goody Berlingot, quite overcome with joy. "She can run, she can dance, she can fly! It's a miracle! When she saw the bird, she jumped, just like that...." And Goody Berlingot hopped from one leg to the other at the risk of falling and breaking her long, hooked nose. The Children clapped their hands and everybody laughed. The little girl was there, in her long white night-dress, standing in the middle of the kitchen, a little surprised to find herself on her feet after so many months' illness. She smiled and pressed Tyltyl's dove to her heart. Tyltyl looked first at the child and then at Mytyl: "Don't you think she's very like Light?" he asked. "She is much smaller," said Mytyl. "Yes, indeed!" said Tyltyl. "But she will grow!..." And the three Children tried to put a little food down the Bird's beak, while the parents began to feel easier in their minds and looked at them and smiled.