"It's the lights of the party," said Tyltyl.
"What party?"
"The rich children opposite. It's the Christmas-tree. Let's open the shutters...."
"Can we?" asked Mytyl, timidly.
"Of course we can; there's no one to stop us.... Do you hear the music?... Let us get up."
The two Children jumped out of bed, ran to the window, climbed on the stool in front of it and threw back the shutters. A bright light filled the room; and the Children looked out eagerly:
"We can see everything!" said Tyltyl.
"I can't," said poor little Mytyl, who could hardly find room on the stool.
"It's snowing!" said Tyltyl. "There are two carriages, with six horses each!"
"There are twelve little boys getting out!" said Mytyl, who was doing her best to peep out of the window.