TYLTYL
(Scared.) But I'm not dressed!... Wait, wait!... What shall I put on?... Oh, what luck!... There are my Sunday clothes on the chair: my breeches—they're almost new—and my clean shirt!... (He dresses hurriedly.)
THE FAIRY
Come, come, have done! All this doesn't matter; they won't mind your clothes.... You're not going to meet a lot of silly children. You won't find them the same as they were in the other life, because this is the real one; and it's the truth in them that you'll see here.
TYLTYL
(Very uneasy.) Will they all come in together? There are six of them, at least: I can't remember.... Suppose they started quarrelling and pulling one another's hair?
THE FAIRY
Just the least bit conceited, aren't you?
TYLTYL
No, but I'm afraid of their making a noise, because of daddy.