... They are not dead yet.... Come, let us look into this....
(_A knock at the front door_.) Come in!...
(_Enter_ NEIGHBOUR BERLINGOT, _a little old woman resembling the_
FAIRY _in_ ACT I _and leaning on a stick_.)
THE NEIGHBOUR
Good-morning and a Merry Christmas to you all!...
TYLTYL
It's the Fairy Berylune!...
THE NEIGHBOUR
I have come to ask for a bit of fire for my Christmas stew.... It's very
chilly this morning.... Good-morning, children, how are you?...
TYLTYL
Fairy Berylune, I could not find the Blue Bird....
THE NEIGHBOUR
What is he saying?...
MUMMY TYL
Don't ask me, Madame Berlingot.... They don't know what they are saying....
They have been like that since they woke up.... They must have eaten
something that wasn't good....
THE NEIGHBOUR
Why, Tyltyl, don't you remember Goody Berlingot, your Neighbour
Berlingot?...
TYLTYL
Why, yes, ma'am.... You are the Fairy Berylune.... You're not angry with
us?...
THE NEIGHBOUR
Bery... what? Goodness gracious me!...
TYLTYL
Berylune.
THE NEIGHBOUR
Berlingot, you mean Berlingot....
TYLTYL
Berylune or Berlingot, as you please, ma'am.... But Mytyl knows....
MUMMY TYL
That's the worst of it, that Mytyl also.
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