Jean—Ah, yes, I do see it now; now that you hold it in the light of the flue, I see it; now, a darting of red!
Angelica—Of red? What is red?
Jean—O wonderful eyes!—Don’t you know that red is a color?
Angelica—A color? What is a color?
Jean—Why, a color is—is, well, for instance, red; look at it!—that is a color.
Angelica—But it changes. Is that, now—see!—is that a color too? Can you not catch the other dartings?
Jean—Yes, I see; that is blue; yes, that is a color, too. Now I can see yellow, orange and purple; these are the colors; all the colors there are, are here.
Angelica—How do you know, now, that they are all the colors there are?
Jean—I know because these are all the colors I have ever seen, and of course, then, they are all there are.
Angelica—But how did they come there? What put the dartings in there? What are they for?