[He goes to wall and digs up and down the length of it, to see if there are jewels on the other side.]
None here—
None here—none here—They all belong to me!
[Sits.]
Thyr. [awakening]. How curious! I thought the little black lamb
Came up and licked my hair! I saw the wool
About its neck as plain as anything!
It must have been a dream. The little black lamb
Is on the other side of the wall, I'm sure.
[Goes to wall and looks over. Corydon is seated on the ground, tossing the confetti up into the air and catching it.]
Hello, what's that you've got there, Corydon?
Cory. Jewels.
Thyr. Jewels?—And where did you ever get them?
Cory. Oh, over here.
Thyr. You mean to say you found them,
By digging around in the ground for them?