"I shall name mine Jet," said he.
"And mine I'll name Onyx, and call it Nyxy for short," said Dimple.
"And mine shall be Marble," said Florence.
So that question being decided they left them, "like birds in their
nest," said Dimple, and started for home, for it was growing late.
"We couldn't carry the kittens home to-night, anyhow," said Florence;
"but I do hope we can see them often, and that I can take mine home."
She did take it home, and it grew to be a big cat; though before she
went, the children often laughed to see Rock coming in with the three
little things in a basket, bringing them over for a visit. He did this
several times, taking them back to their mother, until one day they came
to stay.
Although time dragged, eight o'clock did come at last, and the hour
brought Mrs. Dallas.
"And you are really glad to have me back again," she said, with an arm
around each little girl, "though you were so glad to have me go. And how
did the pie turn out?"
"It wasn't good," admitted Dimple, candidly; "so we gave it to an
organ-grinder."
"What charitable, generous children, to be sure," laughed Mrs. Dallas.
"By the way, Dimple, I forgot to tell you that possibly the paperhanger
might be here; he was to come one day this week to paper the upper
hall."
Dimple looked at Florence and Florence looked at Dimple.
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