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"It's real jolly to be crazy once in a while," said the Story
Girl.
CHAPTER XX
EXTRACTS FROM OUR MAGAZINE
EDITORIAL
As will be seen there is no Honour Roll in this number. Even
Felicity has thought all the beautiful thoughts that can be
thought and cannot think any more. Peter has never got drunk but,
under existing circumstances, that is not greatly to his credit.
As for our written resolutions they have silently disappeared from
our chamber walls and the place that once knew them knows them no
more for ever. (PETER, PERPLEXEDLY: "Seems to me I've heard
something like that before.") It is very sad but we will all make
some new resolutions next year and maybe it will be easier to keep
those.
THE STORY OF THE LOCKET THAT WAS BAKED
This was a story my Aunt Jane told me about her granma when she
was a little girl. Its funny to think of baking a locket, but it
wasn't to eat. She was my great granma but Ill call her granma
for short. It happened when she was ten years old. Of course she
wasent anybodys granma then. Her father and mother and her were
living in a new settlement called Brinsley. Their nearest naybor
was a mile away. One day her Aunt Hannah from Charlottetown came
and wanted her ma to go visiting with her.
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