TYLTYL
(Taking THE MOTHER'S hand.) Where do you come from?... Who are you?... Where have I seen you before?... I can't remember....
(THE MOTHER does not reply. Her colour comes and goes, her eyes open and shut, her life fluctuates with the ebb and flow of the memory which she strives to awaken.)
THE SMALLEST OF THEM ALL
Take care! You're hurting her!
(THE OTHER LITTLE ONES form a line in front of her as though to defend her.)
A LITTLE ONE
Go away!
ANOTHER LITTLE ONE
Go away! You sha'n't have her until you know her!