TYLTYL
(Turning round.) Who's there? You, Aimette?... (To THE FAIRY.) This is Aimette, another cousin, the miller's daughter....
THE FAIRY
Go on, go on, you're doing very nicely!
AIMETTE
(A little shyly.) I came as I was, from the mill. I've not had time to brush myself.
TYLTYL
That doesn't matter. Kiss me all the same. How fresh and rosy you are, underneath all that flour!...
AIMETTE
I shall never dare.... You'd be covered with it....