Meanwhile, Tyltyl had become a little thoughtful. No doubt, he was glad to see the old Fairy again; but what would she say when she heard that he had not the Blue Bird? He made up his mind like a man and went up to her boldly:
"Fairy Bérylune, I could not find the Blue Bird...."
"What is he saying?" asked the neighbor, quite taken aback.
Thereupon Mummy Tyl began to fret again:
"Come, Tyltyl, don't you know Goody Berlingot?"
"Why, yes, of course," said Tyltyl, looking the neighbor up and down. "It's the Fairy Bérylune."
"Béry ... what?" asked the neighbor.
"Bérylune," answered Tyltyl, calmly.
"Berlingot," said the neighbor. "You mean Berlingot."
Tyltyl was a little put out by her positive way of talking; and he answered: