(The mist begins to move; It grows thinner and lighter, disperses, evaporates. Soon, in a more and more transparent light, appears, under a leafy vault, a cheerful little peasant's cottage, covered with creepers. The door and windows are open. There are bee-hives under a shed, flower-pots on the window-sills, a cage with a sleeping blackbird. Beside the door is a bench, on which an old peasant and his wife, TYLTYL'S grandfather and grandmother, are seated, both sound asleep.)
TYLTYL (suddenly recognising them) It's grandad and granny!...
MYTYL (clapping her hands) Yes! Yes!... So it is! So it is!...
TYLTYL (still a little distrustful) Take care!... We don't know yet if they can stir.... Let's keep behind the tree....
(GRANNY TYL opens her eyes, raises her head, stretches herself, gives a sigh and looks at GAFFER TYL, who also wakes slowly from his sleep.)
GRANNY TYL I have a notion that our grandchildren who are still alive are coming to see us today....
GAFFER TYL They are certainly thinking of as, for I feel anyhow and I have pins and needles in my legs....
GRANNY TYL I think they must be quite near, for I see tears of joy dancing before my eyes....
GAFFER TYL No, no, they are a long way off.... I still feel weak....
GRANNY TYL I tell you they are here; I am quite strong....