"Those?" said the Child. "That's for the invention which I shall make on earth."
And, seeing Tyltyl stare with wide-open eyes, he added:
"When I am on earth, I shall have to invent the thing that gives happiness.... Would you like to see it?... It is over there, between those two columns...."
Tyltyl turned round to look; but all the Children at once rushed at him, shouting:
"No, no, come and see mine!..."
"No, mine is much finer!..."
"Mine is a wonderful invention!..."
"Mine is made of sugar!..."
"His is no good!..."
"I'm bringing a light which nobody knows of!..."