What were the kittens’ names? Patricia asked. She was horrified that they had none. “Gee, we call ’em kitty,” Marvin said; but Leone hastened to add, “Well, we call that one we have Old Gray.” Patricia said: “Oh, but they must have names! That’s wicked. Nobody goes up to heaven to our Lord Jesus without a name!” The boys just barely glanced at each other. They kept their red faces straight with agony. Then Marvin went pawing and rolling through the hay over to the other side of the pile, where he buried his flushed face and snorted. “I’m going to give every one a name,” Patricia asserted solemnly. “What are you going to name ’em, Patricia?” Leone and Vila were impressed. “I’m going to give them jewel names. Because the cats make me think about things like jewels. This is what I’m going to call them. I’m going to name this one Pearl because it’s white, and this bluey one Sapphire, and the other bluey one Turquoise, and this little pinky one Coral, and this one ... Jade!” “Aren’t you going to name one Di’mond, Patricia?” Leone asked eagerly. Vila thought that, too. “No.” Patricia was very decided. “Cats don’t look like diamonds. They look like coloured jewels.” The boys giggled. Besides that one she had named _Pearl_--gee, they had already looked at these kittens and they knew very well that one was a he-cat! If she wasn’t funny! Vila was looking at Patricia so intently that she trembled. Now she said, “Patricia’s eyes are jewel eyes, too. They’re--they’re----” She didn’t know how to say it, and yet she felt what she meant and wanted to say--felt it so that it hurt! The whites of Patricia’s eyes gleamed, and a little blue spread out into them from the circles of the coloured parts, and in these there were all sorts of threads of colour woven together, the way they were inside the glass of marbles--bluish and violet-coloured and gray, and a sort of golden! All just as clear.... Vila reached out and took Patricia’s wrist quickly and with shy ardour, but then she only smiled and couldn’t think of anything to say ... she would have been afraid to say it, anyway. “Now she must see all our places!” They went through the big barn. “Look here, Patricia!” “Patricia can’t. She’s looking at this.” She looked at everything, but when they urged her, “Touch it! Go ahead!” she wouldn’t quite do that. When they went out of the barn they all took hands and ran pounding down the long slope of heavy boards and out into the farmyard. Patricia was afraid at first and then shrieked with laughter and wanted to do it over again. “Now we mustn’t do it any more,” Leone said after the third time. “Her little face is all red. Let go her hand, Marvin! Now, darling, stand still, and Leone’ll wipe off her little face.”