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“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.

“U-m-mmm,” said the Blinded Lady. “Black?” She began to munch a peppermint. “U-m-m-m,” she said. She jerked her head. Her nose looked pretty sharp. “That’s right, Young Lassie!” she cried. “Love early! Never mind what the old folks say! Sometimes there isn’t any late! Love all you can! Love—-!” She stopped suddenly. She sank back in her skirts again. And rocked! Her nose didn’t look sharp any more. Her voice was all whispers. “Lassie,” she whispered, “when you choose your Peacock Feather Fan–choose the one on the top shelf! It’s the best one! It’s sandal wood! It’s—-“

My boots made a creak.

The Blinded Lady gave an awful jump!

“There’s someone else in this room besides the Young Lassie!” she cried.

I was frightened. I told a lie.

“You’re en–tirely mistaken!” I said. I perked Rosalee’s hand. We ran for our lives. We ran as fast as we could. It was pretty fast!

When we got out to the Road our Father and Mother were waiting for us. They looked pleasant. We liked their looks very much.

Carol was waiting too. He had his eyes shut. His mouth looked very surprised.

“Carol’s trying to figure out how it would feel to be blind,” said my Mother.

“Oh!” said Rosalee.

“O–h!” said I.

Carol clapped his hands.

Rosalee clapped her hands.

I clapped my hands.

It was wonderful! We all thought of it at the same moment! We shut our eyes perfectly tight and played we were blinded all the way home!

Our Father and Mother had to lead us. It was pretty bumpy! I peeped some! Rosalee walked with her hands stretched way out in front of her as though she was reaching for something. She looked like a picture. It was like a picture of something very gentle and wishful that she looked like. It made me feel queer. Carol walked with his nose all puckered up as though he was afraid something smelly was going to hit him. It didn’t make me feel queer at all. It made me laugh.