THE HAPPINESS He doesn't know where the Blue Bird is!... (All the HAPPINESSES OF THE HOME burst out laughing.)
TYLTYL (vexed) No, I do not know.... There's nothing to laugh at.... (Fresh bursts of laughter.)
THE HAPPINESS Come, don't be angry... and let us be serious.... He doesn't know: well, what do you expect? He is no more absurd than the majority of men.... But little Happiness of Running Barefoot in the Dew has told the Great Joys and they are coming towards us....
(Tall and beautiful angelic figures, clad in shimmering dresses, come slowly forward.)
TYLTYL How beautiful they are!... Why are they not laughing?... Are they not happy?...
LIGHT It is not when one laughs that one is really happy....
TYLTYL Who are they?...
THE HAPPINESS They are the Great Joys....
TYLTYL Do you know their names?...
THE HAPPINESS Of course; we often play with them.... Here, first of all, before the others, is the Great Joy of Being Just, who smiles each time an injustice is repaired. I am too young: I have never seen her smile yet. Behind her is the Joy of Being Good, who is the happiest, but the saddest; and it is very difficult to keep her from going to the Miseries, whom she would like to console; for, if she left us, we should be almost as miserable as the Miseries themselves. On the right is the Joy of Fame, next to the Joy of Thinking. After her comes the Joy of Understanding, who is always looking for her brother, the Luxury of Understanding Nothing....