I don't know.

I've never found the colour I care about myself.

I suppose I shall some day." Then they looked again at the star, put it carefully into its hole, danced around it and over it--but solemnly, and called it by the name of the finder.
"Will you know it again ?" asked Diamond.
"Oh, yes.

We never forget a star that's been made a door of." Then they went on with their searching and digging.
Diamond having neither pickaxe nor spade, had the more time to think.
"I don't see any little girls," he said at last.
The captain stopped his shovelling, leaned on his spade, rubbed his forehead thoughtfully with his left hand--the little angels were all left-handed--repeated the words "little girls," and then, as if a thought had struck him, resumed his work, saying-- "I think I know what you mean.

I've never seen any of them, of course; but I suppose that's the sort you mean.