"so when I thought I wanted to do what I promised I wouldn't, that was thinking it; and then when I knew that love didn't make me think it, and knew that I'd really rather wait for The Chum, that was unthinking it, wasn't it?"
Aunt Beth hugged her. "It certainly was, dearie," she said, "and now I'll show you something, while we wait for The Chum. It's white and it's pink and it's alive, and it's for you two."
