But I felt I OUGHT to read it."
"Do you really think your mind has improved any?" asked Sara Ray
seriously, wreathing the handle of her basket with creeping
spruce.
"No, I'm afraid it hasn't one bit," answered Cecily sadly. "I
feel that I haven't succeeded very well in keeping my
resolutions."
"I've kept mine," said Felicity complacently.
"It's easy to keep just one," retorted Cecily, rather resentfully.
"It's not so easy to think beautiful thoughts," answered Felicity.
"It's the easiest thing in the world," said the Story Girl,
tiptoeing to the edge of the pool to peep at her own arch
reflection, as some nymph left over from the golden age might do.
"Beautiful thoughts just crowd into your mind at times."
"Oh, yes, AT TIMES. But that's different from thinking one
REGULARLY at a given hour. And mother is always calling up the
stairs for me to hurry up and get dressed, and it's VERY hard
sometimes."
"That's so," conceded the Story Girl. "There ARE times when I
can't think anything but gray thoughts. Then, other days, I think
pink and blue and gold and purple and rainbow thoughts all the
time."
"The idea! As if thoughts were coloured," giggled Felicity.
"Oh, they are!" cried the Story Girl. "Why, I can always SEE the
colour of any thought I think.
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