"It's a very easy resolution to keep, anyhow," commented Felix.
"I shall try to like reading the Bible," wrote Sara Ray.
"You ought to like reading the Bible without trying to," exclaimed
Felicity.
"If you had to read seven chapters of it every time you were
naughty I don't believe you would like it either," retorted Sara
Ray with a flash of spirit.
"I shall try to believe only half of what I hear," was Cecily's
concluding resolution.
"But which half?" scoffed Dan.
"The best half," said sweet Cecily simply.
"I'll try to obey mother ALWAYS," wrote Sara Ray, with a
tremendous sigh, as if she fully realized the difficulty of
keeping such a resolution. "And that's all I'm going to make."
"Felicity has only made one," said the Story Girl.
"I think it better to make just one and keep it than make a lot
and break them," said Felicity loftily.
She had the last word on the subject, for it was time for Sara Ray
to go, and our circle broke up. Sara and Felix departed and we
watched them down the lane in the moonlight--Sara walking demurely
in one runner track, and Felix stalking grimly along in the other.
I fear the romantic beauty of that silver shining night was
entirely thrown away on my mischievous brother.
And it was, as I remember it, a most exquisite night--a white
poem, a frosty, starry lyric of light.
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