'The instant a sweet thought is born in your mind,' he continued, 'the
heavenly stables send their starry messengers to harness it for use. A
ray, perhaps, from mighty Sirius picks it out of your heart at birth.'
'Serious!' exclaimed Jimbo, as though the sun were listening.
'Sirius--another sun, that is, far bigger than our own--a perfect
giant, yet so far away you hardly notice him.'
The boy clasped his dirty fingers and stared hard. The sun _was_
listening.
'Then what I _think_ is known--like that--all over the place?' he
asked. He held himself very straight indeed.
'Everywhere,' replied Cousinenry gravely. 'The stars flash your
thoughts over the whole universe. None are ever lost. Sooner or later
they appear in visible shape. Some one, for instance, must have
thought this flower long ago'--he stooped and picked a blue hepatica
at their feet--'or it couldn't be growing here now.'
Jimbo accepted the statement with his usual gravity.
'Then I shall always think enormous and tremendous things--powerful
locomotives, like that and--and----'
'The best is to think kind little sweet things about other people,'
suggested the other. 'You see the results quicker then.'
'Mais oui,' was the reply, 'je pourrai faire ca au meme temps, n'est-
ce pas?'
'Parfaitemong,' agreed his big cousin.
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