"It doesn't matter where I got it," said Cecily with dignity.
"The main thing is to keep it."
"It's your turn, Felicity," I said.
Felicity tossed her beautiful golden head.
"I told you I wasn't going to make any resolutions. Go on
yourself."
"I shall always study my grammar lesson," I wrote--I, who loathed
grammar with a deadly loathing.
"I hate grammar too," sighed Sara Ray. "It seems so unimportant."
Sara was rather fond of a big word, but did not always get hold of
the right one. I rather suspected that in the above instance she
really meant uninteresting.
"I won't get mad at Felicity, if I can help it," wrote Dan.
"I'm sure I never do anything to make you mad," exclaimed
Felicity.
"I don't think it's polite to make resolutions about your
sisters," said Peter.
"He can't keep it anyway," scoffed Felicity. "He's got such an
awful temper."
"It's a family failing," flashed Dan, breaking his resolution ere
the ink on it was dry.
"There you go," taunted Felicity.
"I'll work all my arithmetic problems without any help," scribbled
Felix.
"I wish I could resolve that, too," sighed Sara Ray, "but it
wouldn't be any use. I'd never be able to do those compound
multiplication sums the teacher gives us to do at home every night
if I didn't get Judy Pineau to help me.
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