(She has hardly finished speaking when, through the other window, enter a fifth young girl, bare-foot, bare-headed, clad in rags and carrying in her hand a wooden bowl with a few halfpence clinking in it. She does not dare come forward.)
TYLTYL
One more!... (To THE FAIRY.) This is Jalline, the little beggar-girl from the bridge by the Hermitage.
THE FAIRY
Excellent, excellent!... I'd better wake your father and tell him the house won't be big enough; then he can start building at once....
TYLTYL
But it's not my fault. I didn't do it on purpose. One can't help loving them!... How are you, Jalline?... What have you done with your poor old father?
JALLINE
I left him at the bridge.
TYLTYL