..
(_As they hesitate before opening the door, the big latch is seen to rise
of itself, with a grating noise; the door half opens to admit a little old
woman dressed in green with a red hood on her head. She is humpbacked and
lame and near-sighted; her nose and chin meet; and she walks bent on a
stick. She is obviously a fairy_.)
THE FAIRY
Have you the grass here that sings or the bird that is blue?...
TYLTYL
We have some grass, but it can't sing....
MYTYL
Tyltyl has a bird.
TYLTYL
But I can't give it away....
THE FAIRY
Why not?...
TYLTYL
Because it's mine.
THE FAIRY
That's a reason, no doubt. Where is the bird?...
TYLTYL (_pointing to the cage_)
In the cage....
THE FAIRY (_putting on her glasses to examine the bird_)
I don't want it; it's not blue enough. You will have to go and find me the
one I want.
TYLTYL
But I don't know where it is....
THE FAIRY
No more do I. That's why you must look for it. I can do without the grass
that sings, at a pinch; but I must absolutely have the blue bird. It's for
my little girl, who is very ill.
TYLTYL
What's the matter with her?...
THE FAIRY
We don't quite know; she wants to be happy..
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