THE FAIRY Turn the diamond!... From left to right!...
(TYLTYL turns the diamond quickly.) Not so quick!... Heavens! It's too late!... You turned it too briskly; they will not have time to resume their places and we shall have a lot of annoyance....
(The FAIRY becomes an old woman again, the walls of the cottage lose their splendour. The Hours go back into the clock, the spinning-wheel stops, etc. But, in the general hurry and confusion, while FIRE runs madly round the room, looking for the chimney, one of the loaves of bread, who has been unable to squeeze into the pan, bursts into sobs and utters roars of fright.)
THE FAIRY What's the matter?...
BREAD (in tears) There's no room in the pan!...
THE FAIRY (stooping over the pan) Yes, there is; yes, there is.... (Pushing the other loaves, which have resumed their original places.) Come, quick, make room there....
(The knocking at the door is renewed.)
BREAD (utterly scared, vainly struggling to enter the pan) I can't get in!... He'll eat me first!...
THE DOG (frisking round TYLTYL) My little god!... I am still here!... I can still talk!... I can still kiss you!... Once more! Once more! Once more!...
THE FAIRY What, you too?... Are you there still?...