`` 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 ca n'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 . Ca n't you ? '' `` I never heard of such a thing , '' declared Felicity , `` and I do n't believe it . I believe you are just making that up . '' `` Indeed I 'm not .
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