The girls clapped their hands delightedly and went back to the little blind things, who, with their tight shut eyes, were mewing and nosing against each other.
"Now let's choose," said Rock, after they had taken them out on the grass where it was lighter. "Two black, and one black and white. If you girls like the black ones best I'll take the other, or if either of you like that best, I'll take one of the black ones."
So, after much talking, Dimple chose a black one, and Florence the black and white, while Rock expressed himself delighted with the other black one as really what he liked the best.
"I shall name mine Jet," said he.
"And mine I'll name Onyx, and call it Nyxy for short," said Dimple.
"And mine shall be Marble," said Florence.
So that question being decided they left them, "like birds in their nest," said Dimple, and started for home, for it was growing late.
"We couldn't carry the kittens home to-night, anyhow," said Florence; "but I do hope we can see them often, and that I can take mine home."
She did take it home, and it grew to be a big cat; though before she went, the children often laughed to see Rock coming in with the three little things in a basket, bringing them over for a visit. He did this several times, taking them back to their mother, until one day they came to stay.
Although time dragged, eight o'clock did come at last, and the hour brought Mrs. Dallas.