THE FAIRY:Don't be afraid; they are the hours of your life and they are glad to be free and visible for a moment.
Появляются Души каравая и Огня.
TYLTYL:Who are those men?
THE FAIRY:Oh, they're nothing; they are merely the souls of the Quartern-loaves, who are taking advantage of the reign of truth to leave the pan in which they were too tightly packed.
TYLTYL:And the big red fellow?
THE FAIRY:Hush!... Don't speak too loud; that's Fire.... He's dangerous.
Появляются души собаки и кошки.
THE DOG: My little god!... Good-morning, good-morning, my dear little god!... At last, at last we can talk!... I had so much to tell you!... Bark and wag my tail as I might, you never (MORE) understood!... But now!... Good-morning, good-morning!... I love you!... Shall I do some of my tricks?... Shall I beg?... Would you like to see me walk on my front paws or dance on my hind-legs?
TYLTYL:(to the FAIRY) Who is this gentleman with the dog's head?
THE FAIRY:Don't you see? It's the soul of Tylo, whom you have set free.
THE CAT: Good-morning, Miss.... How well you look this morning!
MYTYL:Good-morning, sir. (To the FAIRY) Who is it?
THE FAIRY:Why, don't you see? Its the soul of Tylette offering you his hand.... Kiss him.
THE DOG:(hustling the CAT) Me, too!... I've kissed the little god!... I've kissed thelittle girl!... I've kissed everybody!... Oh, grand!... Whatfun we shall have!... I'm going to frighten Tylette! Bow,wow, wow!
THE CAT: Sir, I don't know you.
THE FAIRY:Keep still, will you, or else you'll go back into silenceuntil the end of time.
Появляется Душа Воды.
TYLTYL:And who is that wet lady?
THE FAIRY:Don't be afraid, it's Water just come from the tap.
Появляется Душа Молока.
TYLTYL:And the frightened lady in her nightgown?
THE FAIRY:That's Milk; she has broken her jug.
Появляется Душа Сахара.
MYTYL:(greatly alarmed) What does he want?
THE FAIRY:Why, he is the soul of Sugar!
MYTYL:(reassured) Has he any barley-sugar?
THE FAIRY:His pockets are full of it and each of his fingers is a sugarstick.
Появляется Душа Света.
TYLTYL:It's the Queen!
MYTYL:It's the Blessed Virgin!
THE FAIRY:No, my children; it's Light.
Стук в дверь.
TYLTYL:(alarmed) That's daddy!... He's heard us?
THE FAIRY:Turn the diamond!... From left to right! (TYLTYL turns the diamond quickly) Not so quick!... Heavens! It's too late!... You turned it too briskly; they will not have time to resume their places and we shall have a lot of annoyance.
THE FAIRY:What's the matter?
BREAD:There's no room in the pan!
THE FAIRY:(stooping over the pan) Yes, there is; yes, there is.Come, quick, make room there.