But Harebell shook her off.
"You don't understand what I want, Nan; it must be a name which no one else on earth has. He is so very special!"
"You make such a fuss over everything," said Nan a little sulkily.
She and her brother were not quite sure whether they liked this new comrade of theirs. She was so very self-sufficient and dictatorial. They longed to snub her, but at present were rather afraid of her. The half-hour had nearly gone, before Harebell found her name, then she lept to her feet.
"Hurrah! I've found it. I shall call him 'Chrysoprasus.'"
She could hardly pronounce the word.
"I've never heard that before," said Peter.
"It's almost the last chapter; it's one of the precious stones in the beautiful city. I love a long name, don't you? A precious stone is a jewel. All the natives have lots of jewels in India. I know all about them, and my pony is a jewel to me, and very, very, very precious."
Then her thoughts took another turn.
"Do you know Miss Triggs? She likes Revelations, she told me so. She talks very interesting about heaven."