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XIII. A Golden Picnic
WhenI’meightyyearsold...ifIeveram...IshallshutmyeyesandseethosevioletsjustasIseethemnow.That’sthefirstgoodgiftourdayhasgivenus.”
“IfakisscouldbeseenIthinkitwouldlooklikeaviolet,”saidPriscilla.
Anneglowed.
“I’msogladyouSPOKEthatthought,Priscilla,insteadofjustthinkingitandkeepingittoyourself.Thisworldwouldbeamuchmoreinterestingplace...althoughitISveryinterestinganyhow...ifpeoplespokeouttheirrealthoughts.”
“Itwouldbetoohottoholdsomefolks,”quotedJanesagely.
“Isupposeitmightbe,butthatwouldbetheirownfaultsforthinkingnastythings.Anyhow,wecantellallourthoughtstodaybecausewearegoingtohavenothingbutbeautifulthoughts.Everybodycansayjustwhatcomesintoherhead.THATisconversation.Here’salittlepathIneversawbefore.Let’sexploreit.”
Thepathwasawindingone,sonarrowthatthegirlswalkedinsinglefileandeventhenthefirboughsbrushedtheirfaces.Underthefirswerevelvetycushionsofmoss,andfurtheron,wherethetreesweresmallerandfewer,thegroundwasrichinavarietyofgreengrowingthings.
“Whatalotofelephant’sears,”exclaimedDiana.“I’mgoingtopickabigbunch,they’resopretty.”
“Howdidsuchgracefulfeatherythingsevercometohavesuchadreadfulname?”askedPriscilla.
