GRANNY TYL It's our only pleasure and it's such a treat for us when your thoughts visit us!...
GAFFER TYL We have no other amusements....
TYLTYL Quick, quick!... My cage!... My bird!...
GAFFER TYL (handing him the cage) Here they are!... You know, I don't warrant him; and if he's not the right colour...
TYLTYL Good-bye! Good-bye!...
THE BROTHERS AND SISTERS TYL Good-bye, Tyltyl! Good-bye, Mytyl!... Remember the barley-sugar!... Good-bye!... Come again!... Come again!...
(They all wave their handkerchiefs while TYLTYL and MYTYL slowly move away. But already, during the last sentences, the fog of the beginning of the scene has been gradually re-forming, so that, at the end, all has disappeared in the mist and, at the fall of the curtain, TYLTYL and MYTYL are again alone visible under the big oak.)
TYLTYL It's this way, Mytyl....
MYTYL Where is Light?...
TYLTYL I don't know.... (Looking at the bird in the cage.) But the bird is no longer blue!... He has turned black!...