MUMMY TYL Why?...
TYLTYL I don't know, mummy....
(A knock at the front-door.)
DADDY TYL Come in, come in!...
(Enter the NEIGHBOUR, holding by the hand a little girl of a fair and wonderful beauty, who carries TYLTYL'S dove pressed in her arms.)
THE NEIGHBOUR Do you see the miracle?...
MUMMY TYL Impossible!... Can she walk?...
THE NEIGHBOUR Can she walk?... She can run, she can dance, she can fly!... When she saw the bird, she jumped, just like that, with one bound, to the window, to see by the light if it was really Tyltyl's dove.... And then, whoosh!... Out into the street, like an angel!... It was as much as I could do to keep pace with her....
TYLTYL (going up to her, wonderstruck) Oh, how like Light she is!...
MYTYL She is much smaller....