"Oh!" cried Delight, "did you ever see anything so lovely! Midget, I'm so glad you killed the goldfish! These are a million times nicer."
"But you could have had these too," said Marjorie; "and anyway, I'll probably put these in the aquarium and drown them, by mistake!"
"Indeed you won't!" said Delight, cuddling the little balls of fur. "Oh,
Mother, aren't they dear?"
"They are very cunning," answered Mrs. Spencer, "and I'm glad you have them. Though four seems a good many. Don't you want to give them some milk?"
"Oh, yes; and we'll teach them all to eat from one saucer, so they'll be loving and affectionate."
The kittens showed no desire to be other than affectionate, and amicably lapped up milk from the same saucer, without dispute.
There was one white, one Maltese, one black, and one yellow, and Marjorie felt sure James had chosen the prettiest he could find.
"Now to name them," said Delight. "Let's choose lovely names. You'll help us, won't you, Miss Hart?"
"You ought to call the white one Pop Corn," said Miss Hart, "for it's just like a big kernel of freshly popped corn."
"I will," said Delight, "for it's like that; but as that's a hard name to say, I'll call her Poppy for short. A white poppy, you know. Now the black one?"