All day long I was thinking--only thinking.

I wasn't DOING it, at all.

I was really raking behind the cart; but the hours all were sunny." Miss Holbrook laughed now outright.
"What a persistent little mental-science preacher you are!" she exclaimed.

"And there's truth--more truth than you know--in it all, too.

But I can't do it, David,--not that--not that.