The boy clasped his dirty fingers and stared hard. The sun was listening.
'Then what I think is known—like that—all over the place?' he asked. He held himself very straight indeed.
'Everywhere,' replied Cousinenry gravely. 'The stars flash your thoughts over the whole universe. None are ever lost. Sooner or later they appear in visible shape. Some one, for instance, must have thought this flower long ago'—he stooped and picked a blue hepatica at their feet—'or it couldn't be growing here now.'
Jimbo accepted the statement with his usual gravity.
'Then I shall always think enormous and tremendous things—powerful locomotives, like that and—and——'
'The best is to think kind little sweet things about other people,' suggested the other. 'You see the results quicker then.'
'Mais oui,' was the reply, 'je pourrai faire ca au meme temps, n'est- ce pas?'
'Parfaitemong,' agreed his big cousin.
'There's no room in her for inside sight,' observed Monkey as a portly dame rolled by into the darkness. 'You can't tell her front from her back.' It was one of the governesses.
'We'll get her into the cave and change all that,' her cousin said reprovingly. 'You must never judge by outside alone. Puddings should teach you that.'