I ai n't a bit mad . It 's Felicity . What on earth is that at the bottom of your basket , Cecily ? '' `` It 's a History of the Reformation in France , '' confessed poor Cecily , `` by a man named D-a-u-b-i-g-n-y . I ca n't pronounce it . I heard Mr. Marwood saying it was a book everyone ought to read , so I began it last Sunday . I brought it along today to read when I got tired picking flowers . I 'd ever so much rather have brought Ester Reid . There 's so much in the history I ca n'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 has n't one bit , '' answered Cecily sadly . `` I feel that I have n'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 .
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