"Quite white, very still and very cold; and it didn't talk...."
"Are we going to see them?"
Tyltyl shuddered at this question and made an unsuccessful effort to steady his voice as he answered:
"Why, of course, Light said so!"
"Where are the Dead?" asked Mytyl.
Tyltyl cast a frightened look around him, for the Children had not dared to stir since they were alone:
"The Dead are here," he said, "under the grass or under those big stones."
"Are those the doors of their houses?" asked Mytyl, pointing to the tombstones.
"Yes."
"Do they go out when it's fine?"