MYTYL What is he doing?... He is breaking all his fingers!...
SUGAR (engagingly) Taste them, they are capital... They're made of real barley-sugar....
MYTYL (tasting one of the fingers) Oh, how good they are!... Have you many of them?...
SUGAR (modestly) Yes; as many as I want....
MYTYL Does that hurt you much, when you break them off?...
SUGAR Not at all.... On the contrary, it's a great advantage; they grow again at once and so I always have new, clean fingers....
THE FAIRY Come, children, don't eat too much sugar.... Don't forget that you are to have supper presently with your grandpapa and grandmamma....
TYLTYL Are they here?...
THE FAIRY You shall see them at once....
TYLTYL How can we see them, when they are dead?...