TYLTYL Where Is he?... 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.... TYLTYL But I have seen her brother!... He went to the Miseries with the Big Luxuries.... THE HAPPINESS I was certain of it.... He has turned out badly; keeping evil company has corrupted him entirely.... But do not speak of it to his sister. She would want to go and look for him and we should lose one of our most beautiful Joys.... Here, among the greatest Joys, is the Joy of Seeing what is Beautiful, who daily adds a few rays to the light that reigns amongst us.... TYLTYL And there, far away, far away, in the golden clouds, the one whom I can hardly see when I stand as high as I can on tip-toe?... THE HAPPINESS That is the Great Joy of Loving.... But, do what you will, you are ever so much too small to see her altogether.... TYLTYL And over there, right at the back, those who are veiled and who do not come near?... THE HAPPINESS Those are the Joys whom men do not yet know.... TYLTYL What do the others want with us?... Why are they standing aside?... THE HAPPINESS It is before a new Joy who is arriving, perhaps the purest that we have here.... TYLTYL Who is it? THE HAPPINESS Don't you recognise her yet?... But take a better look at her, open your two eyes down to the very heart of your soul!... She has seen you, she has seen you!... She runs up to you, holding out her arms!... It is your mother's Joy, it is the peerless Joy of Maternal Love!...