"I heard Mummy say that she couldn't go to town to tell him. But he will come next year."
"Is next year far off?"
"A good long while," said the boy. "But he will come to the rich children to-night."
"Really?"
"Hullo!" cried Tyltyl of a sudden. "Mummy's forgotten to put out the lamp!... I've an idea!"
"What?"
"Let's get up."
"But we mustn't," said Mytyl, who always remembered.
"Why, there's no one about!... Do you see the shutters?"
"Oh, how bright they are!..."