(They get out the table, dishes, plates, etc., and lay for supper outside the door, all helping.)
TYLTYL Well, as I've got the Blue Bird.... And then it's so long since I tasted cabbage-soup.... Ever since I've been, travelling.... They don't have it at the hotels....
GRANNY TYL There!... That didn't take long!... Sit down, children.... Don't let us lose time, if you're in a hurry....
(They have lit the lamp and served the soup. The GRANDPARENTS and the CHILDREN sit down round the table, jostling and elbowing one another and laughing and screaming with pleasure.)
TYLTYL (eating like a glutton) How good it is!... Oh, how good it is!...I want some more! More!...
(He brandishes his wooden spoon and noisily hits his plate with it.)
GAFFER TYL Come, come, a little more quiet.... You're just as ill-behaved as ever; and you'll break your plate....
TYLTYL (half-raising himself on his stool) I want more, more!... (He seizes the tureen, drags it toward him and upsets it and the soup, which trickles over the table and down over their knees and scalds them. Yells and screams of pain.)
GRANNY TYL There!... I told you so!...
GAFFER TYL (giving TYLTYL a loud box on the ear) That's one for you!...