"Look through it...."
"Lovely!" said the child, gleefully. "Lovely ... blue, red, yellow!..."
"Now shake it...."
She shook the kaleidoscope: the colours, from a square, changed their figure into a star.
"Green, blue, red!" the child cried.
"Now shake again...."
"Blue and yellow."
"There, what do you say to that?"
"Lovely!... Lovely!..."
She sat down on the floor, suddenly quiet and good, peered and shook the little cylinder, peered and shook it again. In the gaudy star she suddenly beheld a paradise: