each other, that's inside, and it's lots bigger, 'cause it's the thought love made—and so I'm going to wait."
Aunt Beth drew the little girl into her arms. "You believe the thoughts love makes are the best ones?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," said Cheery, earnestly, "Mamma always has me ask myself if love made me think things, and if love didn't, then she has me unthink them."
"Unthink them? How in the world do you do that?" asked Aunt Beth.
"Why," said Cheery, "when you think a thing, that's thinking it, isn't it?"
"Yes," admitted Aunt Beth, "I guess it is."
"Well, then, if you—if you—" Cheery stopped. It seemed very hard to make Aunt Beth understand; "why, if you turn it—back side forward that's unthinking it, isn't it?"
Aunt Beth laughed. "I suppose it is," she said.
"Of course it is," said Cheery, positively;
