TYLTYL and MYTYL (rushing up from behind the oak) Here we are!... Here we are!... Gaffer! Granny!... It's we!... It's we!...
GAFFER TYL There!... You see?... What did I tell you?... I was sure they would come to-day....
GRANNY TYL Tyltyl!... Mytyl!... It's you!... It's she!... (Trying to run to meet them) I can't run!... I've still got the rheumatics!...
GAFFER TYL (hobbling along as fast as he can) No more can I.... That's because of my wooden leg, which I still wear instead of the one I broke when I fell off the big oak....
(The GRANDPARENTS and the CHILDREN exchange frantic embraces.)
GRANNY TYL How tall and strong you've grown, Tyltyl!
GAFFER TYL (stroking MYTYL'S hair) And Mytyl!... Just look at her.... What pretty hair, what pretty eyes!...
GRANNY TYL Come and kiss me again!... Come on to my lap....
GAFFER TYL And what about me?...
GRANNY TYL No, no.... Come to me first.... How are Daddy and Mummy Tyl?...