The Blue Bird Page #7

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- Maybe she has eight to go.

- That explains it.

She was awfully mean to us...

wasn't she, Tylo?

Sic her, Tylo! Sic her!

Come along. Get to the table.

Your breakfast's all ready.

Oh, Mummy, everythings

so wonderful, isn't it?

So bright and shiny and beautiful.

Is it? Why, it's just the

same as it's always been.

Oh, no. It's different.

Quite different.

Your Daddy got up at daybreak

to make a cage for your bird.

Do you like it?

Tyltyl, look!

My bird! Look what's happened to it.

It was brown when we caught it,

and now it's changed.

It's blue. It's the blue bird!

- The blue bird?

- Blue bird?

Yes. We looked everywhere

for it. Everywhere.

And all the time it was right here.

- Where are you going?

- I'll be right back.

What's come over the child?

I've never seen her so.

Oh, she's just happy, that's all.

- It's hard to catch, isn't it?

- Angela!

You're up! You're walking!

Yes, Mother. Look, it's Mytyl's bird.

She's given it to me.

It's a blue bird, Mrs. Berlingot.

Oh, Angela, I can't believe it.

Mytyl, it's a miracle.

I must run and tell your father.

- Can I hold him now?

- Yes, in a minute.

Hold him gently now. Gently.

Oh, he's so soft and warm.

Do you suppose he's-

Oh, it's gone!

Oh, Mytyl!

I was so happy, and now it's gone!

Don't worry, Angela.

We'll find it again.

Oh, we can't. We can't ever.

Oh, yes, we can. I know we can.

But how do you know?

Are you sure, Mytyl?

Yes, Angela, I'm sure.

Because now we know

where to look for it...

don't we?

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