"You haven't the Blue Bird here by chance, I suppose?"
At the same moment, Mytyl, lifting her head, saw a cage:
"Hullo, there's the old blackbird!... Does he still sing?"
As she spoke, the blackbird woke up and began to sing at the top of his voice.
"You see," said Granny, "as soon as one thinks of him...."
Tyltyl was simply amazed at what he saw:
"But he's blue!" he shouted. "Why, that's the bird, the Blue Bird!... He's blue, blue, blue as a blue glass marble!... Will you give him to me?"
The grandparents gladly consented; and, full of triumph, Tyltyl went and fetched the cage which he had left by the tree. He took hold of the precious bird with the greatest of care; and it began to hop about in its new home.
"How pleased the Fairy will be!" said the boy, rejoicing at his conquest. "And Light too!"
"Come along," said the grandparents. "Come and look at the cow and the bees."