(A CHILD'S head appears for an instant between two columns and is then briskly withdrawn, exclaiming, "This way! This way! They're here!" Soon after, seven or eight CHILDREN of about twelve years of age, in short white tunics, with bare arms, legs and feet, run up from the back of the hall and stop in front of the visitors. The largest holds out his hand to TYLTYL.)
THE CHILD
Good-evening, grandpapa!
TYLTYL
Grandpapa?... Who's that?... Where is he?...
THE CHILD
(Bursting into laughter.) Why, it's you!
TYLTYL
(Dumbfounded.) I? Am I a grandpapa already?
THE CHILD