it?” Anne was saying, with true Anneish philosophy. “Let’s try to make this a really golden day, girls, a day to which we can always look back with delight. We’re to seek for beauty and refuse to see anything else. ‘Begone, dull care!’ Jane, you are thinking of something that went wrong in school yesterday.”
“How do you know?” gasped Jane, amazed.
“Oh, I know the expression . . . I’ve felt it often enough on my own face. But put it out of your mind, there’s a dear. It will keep till Monday . . . or if it doesn’t so much the better. Oh, girls, girls, see that patch of violets! There’s something for memory’s picture gallery. When I’m eighty years old . . . if I ever am . . . I shall shut my eyes and see those violets just as I see them now. That’s the first good gift our day has given us.”
“If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,” said Priscilla.
Anne glowed.
“I’m so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place . . . although it is very interesting anyhow . . . if people spoke out their real thoughts.”
“It would be too hot to hold some folks,” quoth Jane sagely.
“I suppose it might be, but that would be their own faults for thinking nasty things. Anyhow, we can tell all our thoughts to-day because we are going to have nothing but beautiful thoughts. Everybody
