y I can't understand, and it is so dreadful to read of
people being burned to death. 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. 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 t