Can't you?"
"I never heard of such a thing," declared Felicity, "and I don't
believe it. I believe you are just making that up."
"Indeed I'm not. Why, I always supposed everyone thought in
colours. It must be very tiresome if you don't."
"When you think of me what colour is it?" asked Peter curiously.
"Yellow," answered the Story Girl promptly. "And Cecily is a
sweet pink, like those mayflowers, and Sara Ray is very pale blue,
and Dan is red and Felix is yellow, like Peter, and Bev is
striped."
"What colour am I?" asked Felicity, amid the laughter at my
expense.
"You're--you're like a rainbow," answered the Story Girl rather
reluctantly. She had to be honest, but she would rather not have
complimented Felicity. "And you needn't laugh at Bev. His
stripes are beautiful. It isn't HE that is striped. It's just
the THOUGHT of him. Peg Bowen is a queer sort of yellowish green
and the Awkward Man is lilac. Aunt Olivia is pansy-purple mixed
with gold, and Uncle Roger is navy blue."
"I never heard such nonsense," declared Felicity. The rest of us
were rather inclined to agree with her for once. We thought the
Story Girl was making fun of us. But I believe she really had a
strange gift of thinking in colours. In later years, when we were
grown up, she told me of it again.
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