"It is very simple: at midnight you will turn the diamond and you shall see the Dead come out of the ground."
At these words, Milk, Water, Bread and Sugar began to yell and scream and chatter their teeth.
"Don't mind them," said Light to Tyltyl, in a whisper. "They are afraid of the Dead."
"I'm not afraid of them!" said Fire, frisking about. "Time was when I used to burn them; that was much more amusing than nowadays."
"Oh, I feel I am going to turn," wailed Milk.
"I'm not afraid," said the Dog, trembling in every limb, "but if you run away.... I shall run away too ... and with the greatest pleasure...."
The Cat sat pulling at her whiskers:
"I know what's what," she said, in her usual mysterious way.
"Be quiet," said Light. "The Fairy gave strict orders. You are all to stay with me, at the gate of the graveyard; the Children are to go in alone."
Tyltyl felt anything but pleased. He asked: