“Of course; Light said so.”
“Where are they?” asked Mytyl.
“Here, under the grass or under those big stones, Mytyl.”
“Are those the stones of their houses?” asked Mytyl.
“Yes.”
“When will you turn the diamond, Tyltyl?”
“Light said I was to wait until midnight.”
“Isn’t it midnight yet?”
Tyltyl looked at the church clock. “Listen, it is going to strike.”
Above the children the tones of the clock boomed out as it started to strike twelve.