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MUMMY TYL
Well, Tyltyl, what's the matter?.... Are you afraid of the little girl?...
Come, give her a kiss, a good big kiss.... No, a better one than that....
You're not so shy as a rule!... Another one!... But what's the matter with
you?... You look as if you were going to cry....
(TYLTYL, _after kissing the_ LITTLE GIRL _rather awkwardly, stands
before her for a moment and the two children look at each other without
speaking; then_ TYLTYL _strokes the dove's head_.)
TYLTYL
Is he blue enough?...
THE LITTLE GIRL
Yes, I am so pleased with him....
TYLTYL
I have seen bluer ones.... But those which are quite blue, you know, do
what you will, you can't catch them....
THE LITTLE GIRL
That doesn't matter; he's lovely....
TYLTYL
Has he had anything to eat?...
THE LITTLE GIRL
Not yet.... What does he eat?...
TYLTYL
Anything: corn, bread, Indian corn, grasshoppers....
THE LITTLE GIRL
How does he eat, say?...
TYLTYL
With his beak. You'll see, I will show you....
(_He moves in order to take the bird from the_ LITTLE GIRL'S _hands.
She resists instinctively; and, taking advantage of the hesitation of their
movements, the_ DOVE _escapes and flies away_.
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