"Oh, pooh! I'm so hot after that garden work! Let's sit under the tree and cool off," suggested Hilda.
"You didn't complain of heat while we were working in the garden," said Miss Miller.
"Just because I didn't feel it then! We were having such fun with the vegetables that I never thought of it!"
"No, isn't it queer? I never feel hot when I am playing tennis or rowing on the lake—but afterwards—my!"
"Then you lead me to believe that when your thought is filled with pleasurable pursuits, such as gardening, tennis, or rowing, the heat is never noticed—it is afterwards, when you are mentally seeking for something to divert your thoughts against, that the suggestion reaches your body, 'My, but I am warm!'"
The girls expressed their interest in individual ways, Hilda finally saying, "Miss Miller, you certainly do a heap of thinking! I never saw anybody who could take us up so quick on anything that could be turned into a lesson!"
"I do not wish you to feel that I am always seeking for a suitable reason to teach a lesson, but some of these opportunities you offer me are too good to lose track of," said the Guide, anxiously looking at each girl.
"Oh, don't worry! We don't mind a bit! In fact, I thoroughly enjoy your ideas—they correspond so exactly with Dad's," replied Zan, getting up from the grass where she had thrown herself.
"Where're you going, Zan?" asked Nita.
"Kitchen! I'm going to get interested and forget how warm the sun tried to fool me into believing!"