"Every day?" she said. "Mercy no! Their feet are muddy! And besides it's tiresome! But they can come next Saturday I tell you! And I'll give you a prize! Yes, I'll give two prizes--for the two best new pictures that they bring me to think about! And the first prize shall be a Peacock Feather Fan!" said the Blinded Lady. "And the second prize shall be a Choice of Cats!" "A Choice of Cats?" gasped my Father. The Blinded Lady thumped her cane. She thumped it pretty hard. It made you glad your toes weren't under it. "Now mind you, Children!" she said. "It's got to be a _new_ picture! It's got to be something you've seen yourself! The most _beautifulest_! The most _darlingest_ thing that you've ever seen! Go out in the field I say! Go out in the woods! Go up on the mountain top! And _look around_! Nobody I tell you can ever make another person see anything that he hasn't seen himself! Now be gone!" said the Blinded Lady. "I'm all tuckered out!" "Why I'm sure," said my Father, "we never would have come at all if we hadn't supposed that----." The Blinded Lady shook her cane right at my Father. "Don't be stuffy!" she said. "But get out!" We got out. Old Mary who washed and ironed and cooked for the Blinded Lady showed us the shortest way out. The shortest way out was through the wood-shed. There were twenty-seven little white bowls of milk on the wood-shed floor. There was a cat at each bowl. It sounded lappy! Some of the cats were black. Some of the cats were gray. Some of the cats were white. There was an old tortoise-shell cat. He had a crumpled ear. He had a great scar across his nose. He had a broken leg that had mended crooked. _Most_ of the cats were tortoise-shell _and_ black _and_ gray _and_ white! It looked pretty! It looked something the way a rainbow would look if it was fur! And splashed with milk instead of water! "How many quarts does it take?" said my Mother. "_Quarts?_" said Old Mary. She sniffed. "_Quarts?_ It takes a whole Jersey cow!" The Blinded Lady called Rosalee to come back. I went with her. I held her hand very hard for fear we would be frightened. There was a White Kitten in the Blinded Lady's Lap. It was a white Angora. It wasn't any bigger than a baby rabbit. It had a blue ribbon on its neck. It looked very pure. Its face said "Ruthy, I'd like very much to be your kitten!" But the Blinded Lady's face didn't know I was there at all. "Young Lassie," said the Blinded Lady. "What is the color of your Derry's eyes?" "Why--why--black!" said Rosalee.