One of them, however, remained standing close to Tyltyl. He was quite small. From under his long sky-blue silk dress peeped two little pink and dimpled bare feet. His eyes stared in curiosity at the little Live Boy; and he went up to him as though in spite of himself.
"May I talk to him?" asked Tyltyl, who felt half-glad and half-frightened.
"Certainly," said Light. "You must make friends.... I will leave you alone; you will be more at ease by yourselves...."
So saying, she went away and left the two Children face to face, shyly smiling. Suddenly, they began to talk:
"How do you do?" said Tyltyl, putting out his hand to the Child.
But the Child did not understand what that meant and stood without moving.
"What's that?" continued Tyltyl, touching the Child's blue dress.
The Child, who was absorbed in what he was looking at, did not answer, but gravely touched Tyltyl's hat with his finger:
"And that?" he lisped.
"That?... That's my hat," said Tyltyl. "Have you no hat?"