TYLTYL
Well, children, aren't you going to kiss your papa?
THE YOUNGEST CHILD
(Ordering him with a serious gesture to be silent.) Mamma first.... Where is she?
TYLTYL
Why, she must be here; she's one of those. You have only to choose.
THE YOUNGEST CHILD
(To the one beside him.) Do you see her?
THE OTHER
(Shaking his head sadly.) No.