“This firm knows how to do it just right,” answered Cathalina.
Then came the O’s and ah’s of the girls as they took out the exquisite little pins. “O, Cathalina! what perfect beauties!” exclaimed one.
“I didn’t dream even from your design that they would be as lovely as this,” said Juliet. Cathalina looked pleased.
“Look on the back, everybody,” said Lilian, “and see how prettily they have our names and ‘Greycliff,’ and the date.”
“O-oo-oo!” cried Isabel, “I am just so happy over it that I don’t know what to do. Do you see those tiny jewels just in the right place? O, I’m so glad you girls let me belong to the Psyche Club!”
“Why shouldn’t we? It is yours as much as anybody’s,” replied Cathalina.
But Isabel, who was sitting by Cathalina, gave her a hug and whispered, “I know who I owe being in this club to,—whom, I mean!”
Cathalina laughed. “I think that you are decidedly mixed, not only in grammar but in facts!”
The pins were exactly the right size, the girls thought, neither large nor too small. The engraving by necessity had to be quite small, beneath the body of the butterfly. The pin was of gold, delicate, the main part of the wings with open spaces, but the tips or edges filled in with bits of enamel in butterfly colors, and on the elongated tips downward were the “tiniest” sets of sapphires and diamonds. Two wee jewels were supposed to be the eyes of the insect. The girls tried them on, as girls do, running to the mirror to see the effect.
“I didn’t want to try too many colors,” said Cathalina. “I wanted it to suggest one of those big, handsome blue butterflies, you know, and that blue enamel with the bit of black to set it off, with the gold, too, seems to give the right effect.”