A LITTLE BLUE CHILD (bending under the weight of some colossal blue daisies) Look at my flowers!...
TYLTYL What are they?... I don't know them....
THE LITTLE BLUE CHILD They are daisies!...
TYLTYL Impossible!... They are as big as tables!...
THE LITTLE BLUE CHILD And they smell so good!...
TYLTYL (smelling them) Wonderful!...
THE LITTLE BLUE CHILD They will grow like that when I am on earth....
TYLTYL When will that be?...
THE LITTLE BLUE CHILD In fifty-three years, four months and nine days....
(Two BLUE CHILDREN arrive, carrying, like a lustre hanging on a pole, an incredible bunch of grapes, each larger than a pear.)