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moon had clothed in silver. And then there was something whirling like a blue cloud among the clusters of roses. Tyltyl rubbed his eyes, could not believe his senses. He waited, looked again and then dashed into the mad: us go!... Light is waiting for us!... How pleased she will be!... This way, this way ...."
And they all danced and scampered away in their glee, singing songs of triumph as they went.
Night and the Cat, who had not shared in the general rejoicing, crept back anxiously to the great door; and Night whimpered:
"Haven't they got him...."
"No," said the Cat, who saw the real Blue Bird perched high up on a moon-beam... "Come quickly!... Come quickly!... They are here! . . We have them at last!... Millions of blue birds! . . Thousands of millions! . . Come, Mytyl!... Come, Tylô!... Come, all! ... Help me!... You can catch them by handfuls! . ." Reassured at last, his friends came running up and all darted in among the birds, seeing who could catch the most: "I've caught seven already!" cried Mytyl. "I can't hold them!" "Nor can I!" said Tyltyl. "I have too many of them! ... They're escaping from my arms! ... Tylô has some too!... Let us go out, let