In one hand he holds the hilt of a
scimitar passed through his sash and in the other the cage intended for the
Blue Bird_.
BREAD (_waddling conceitedly_)
Well?... What do you think of this?
THE DOG (_frisking round the_ LOAF)
How nice he looks! What a fool he looks! How nice he looks! How nice he
looks!...
THE CAT (_to the_ LOAF)
Are the children dressed?...
BREAD
Yes, Master Tyltyl has put on Hop-o'-my-Thumb's blue jacket and red
breeches; and Miss Mytyl has Gretel's frock and Cinderella's slippers....
But the great thing was the dressing of Light!...
THE CAT
Why?...
BREAD
The Fairy thought her so lovely that she did not want to dress her at
all!... Thereupon I protested in the name of our dignity as essential and
eminently respectable elements; and I ended by declaring that, under those
conditions, I should refuse to be seen with her....
FIRE
They ought to have bought her a lampshade!...
THE CAT
And what answer did the Fairy make?...
THE LOAF
She hit me with her stick on my head and stomach....
THE CAT
And then?...
BREAD
I allowed myself to be convinced; but, at the last moment, Light decided on
the moonbeam dress at the bottom of the chest with Catskin's treasures.
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