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machine skimming over the ground or shooting up to the ceiling. Other Blue Children unfolded maps and plans, or opened great big books, or uncovered azure statues, or brought enormous flowers and gigantic fruits that seemed "In fifty-three years, four months and nine days." Next came two Blue Children bending under the weight of a pole from which was slung a bunch of grapes each larger than a pear.
"A bunch of pears!" cried Tyltyl.
"No, they are grapes," said the Child. "They will all be like that when I am thirty: I have found the way ...."
Tyltyl would have loved to taste them, but another Child came along almost made of sapphires and turquoises. Our little friends stood with their mouths wide open and their hands clasped together: they thought themselves in paradise. Mytyl bent over to look at a huge flower and laughed into its cup, which covered up her head like a hood of blue silk. A pretty Child, with dark hair and thoughtful eyes, held it by the stalk and said, proudly: "The flowers will all grow like that, when I am on earth!" "When will that be?" asked Tyltyl.