The Blue Bird Page #4

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Oh, not at all. She's such a darling.

Come along upstairs.

- Come along.

- Come along, old man.

Oh. Come on, Tylo.

Tylo?

Who's that fellow?

Oh, that's Tylo. He's with us.

I'm afraid we haven't

any more guest rooms.

Perhaps your friend wouldn't mind

bunking in the servants' quarters.

- Is that all right, Tylo?

- Well, if there's no room in the house.

Beg pardon, sir.

The servants' quarters are all full.

However, there's a most comfortable place

in the Kennels.

- Kennels?

- Splendid! Splendid! Show him the way.

Come, Fido.

- Tylo!

- Tylo.

- You'll be all right, Tylo.

- Now don't you worry.

He'll be taken care of,

I promise you.

Come upstairs, darlings.

All the way up.

- Let me give you a piggyback.

- Oh, yes!

This way to the kennels.

I might have known

I'd end up in the doghouse.

Go away. I said, go away.

But you're getting on

on the wrong side, sir.

I'll get on any side that I like!

- You're not big enough to get

on by yourself, sir.

- I am too!

- Stop this thing. Stop it, I say.

- Yes, miss. Just a moment.

Stop it at once.

I want to ride the pony.

Oh, be careful, miss.

- You get down, Tyltyl.

It's my turn to ride.

- It is not.

- It is too. You go ride on

the merry-go-round.

- I don't like the merry-go-round.

- Well, it's my pony.

- It is not.

- The Luxurys gave it to me!

- That's not true.

They gave it to both of us.

- Children. Children.

- It's my pony, isn't it, Groom?

- It is not!

- Let go of those reins.

- I won't!

- I'll make you. Get off this pony!

- I won't.

- You will too. Let go of me, you-

- Oh, sir.

- Little beast!

Oh, sir, please.|

- Oh, gracious!

- Mytyl! Tyltyl!

- Stop it, children! Stop it, I say!

- That'll do! Mytyl! Tyltyl!

- What the devil's all this?

- It's not my fault, sir, I swear.

- He pulled my hair.

- And she kicked me.

- I'll kick you again.

- Children.

Why didn't you think

to get each of them a pony?

Then they wouldn't have

anything to quarrel over.

Why didn't you? Well,

don't stand there gaping.

Go and get another pony.

- Very good, sir.

- All right.

You can have this old pony,

but they'll get me a better one.

Oh, no. You keep this one.

I'll take the better one.

- You will not. I'll get there first.

- Oh, no, you won't.

There just seems to be

no satisfying them.

If you ask me, they're spoiled.

Oh, Mr. Luxury.

- May I come in?

- What is it? You ought to be in bed.

I was, but I couldn't go to sleep.

Oh! What did you do to your foot?

I didn't do anything to it. It's the gout.

And don't you touch it!

Oh, I wasn't going to touch it.

- Don't you even come near it.

- Does it hurt when I even come near it?

It hurts when you even look at it.

Now go on. Off to bed you go.

- Well, good night.

- Oh, good night, good night, good night.

- Mr. Luxury.

- Oh, are you still here?

Yes, sir.

Well, what do you want?

I thought you might

like to read to me.

- Why should I?

- My daddy does sometimes at home.

Well, that's a silly idea,

and you can tell your daddy I said so.

Yes, sir. Good night.

Good night.

- Mr. Luxury.

- Yes, what is it now?

Don't you like to talk things over

with somebody before you go to bed?

Talk what things over?

Oh, nothing.

Do you mind if

I kiss you good night?

Good heavens!

I could shut my eyes

and pretend it's Daddy.

A fine time of night

to start playing games!

Oh, all right.

Come here.

- Be careful you don't touch my foot.

- Yes, sir.

Look out, you clumsy little wretch!

- Oh, I didn't mean it.

- Go on, get out!

Get out!

Tylo!

Tylo!

Oh, it's you.

Oh, Tylo, I've missed you so.

Missed me? You knew I was here, didn't you?

- What have you been doing?

- Nothing.

- Even the dogs here won't play with me.

- Why not, Tylo?

I have no pedigree.

Oh, Tylo, I'm unhappy too.

Oh, my little Mytyl.

Nobody here is kind.

Not really kind.

Not like Mummy and Daddy.

I wouldn't trade them for all

the Mr. and Mrs. Luxurys in the world.

Even if they are poor, huh?

Mummy and Daddy are not poor.

They just haven't any money.

There's a difference.

What do you say we get out of here?

Where's Tyltyl?

I don't know.

We're not speaking.

What? Not speaking?

What's this place doing' to us all?

We must get out of here.

But we can't.

We can't get away from the Luxurys.

Just let 'empty to stop us. Come on.

You better get dressed.

Oh, Tyltyl, I'm so sorry for everything.

There's no use

saying you're sorry now.

Please make up, Tyltyl.

I've been so lonely without you.

There. Now kiss and make up.

Quick, quick.

We're going to leave, Tyltyl, right now.

- Good, good! I'm ready!

- Shh! Where are your clothes?

- In there.

- Put them on. Quick.

- Hurry, Tyltyl.

- I will.

What'll we do if they catch us?

Don't you worry.

I'll get you out.

What is this? A conspiracy?

We're leaving this place, Tylette.

Leaving? Why?

Because we don't like it.

That's why.

I think it's a great mistake.

It's so very enjoyable here.

If you want to stay, stay.

We'd be better off without you.

Oh, no! We can't leave Tylette.

Have no fear, Mytyl.

I'll go along, for your sake.

I'm ready!

Come on! Quiet now.

- Tylette!

- It just... fell.

What was that?

What is it? What's happened?

What in thunder was that noise?

What is it? What's happened?

Don't stand there gaping at me. Answer me!

- Answer me!

- The urn at the top of the stairs, sir.

- What about the urn at

the top of the stairs, sir?

- It's now at the bottom.

- Huh?

- Oh, Mr. Luxury, Mr. Luxury!

- What is it now?

- The children are gone.

- Gone?

- Yes, sir. Their beds are empty.

Where have they gone to?

Don't all stand there looking like fools!

Look for them!

Go on, look for them!

- Let's go.

- Don't be foolish.

- He'll catch us, Tylo.

- We'll outrun them. Go ahead.

There they go! After them!

After them! Come back!

Hey, come bacj!

Come bacj! Hey!

Let them go!

Well, of all the ill-mannered exhibitions!

I'm glad they've gone.

Well, maybe they know

what they're doing.

Not at all! They're just too young

to appreciate luxury.

And we're too old to escape from it.

Look, the moon's coming up.

That's not the moon.

That's Light coming to meet us.

You're tired, aren't you?

We shouldn't have gone there at all.

You didn't find the blue bird, did you?

We forgot to look.

That always happens there.

You wouldn't have found it anyway.

I'm afraid we've

just wasted our time.

- You wouldn't want to go back, would you?

- Oh, no.

- Never. Never.

- Then you haven't wasted your time.

We almost didn't get away, at all.

- Thanks to Tylette.

- Oh, what did I do?

Oh, nothing at all.

Just crashed a statue

and roused the whole house...

to help us sneak away, quietly,.

- You've been seeing things, Tylo.

- You bet I have.

And someday I'm going

to take you by the neck

and shake your head right off.

Just try it, if you want to get

your eyes scratched out.

Oh, stop it. Stop it, you two!

You do nothing but fight.

- What do you think we ought to do now?

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