“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. 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.”