irl in astonishment.

"Well, it will be all the easier to keep the resolution," argued Peter.

"That isn't fair," complained Dan. "If we all resolved not to do the
things we never do we'd all be on the Roll of Honour."

"You let Peter alone," said Felicity severely. "It's a very good
resolution and one everybody ought to make."

"I shall not be jealous," wrote the Story Girl.

"But are you?" I asked, surprised.

The Story Girl coloured and nodded. "Of one thing," she confessed, "but
I'm not going to tell what it is."

"I'm jealous sometimes, too," confessed Sara Ray, "and so my first
resolution will be 'I shall try not to feel jealous when I hear the
other girls in school describing all the sick spells they've had.'"

"Goodness, do you want to be sick?" demanded Felix in astonishment.

"It makes a person important," explained Sara Ray.

"I am going to try to improve my mind by reading good books and
listening to older people," wrote Cecily.

"You got that out of the Sunday School paper," cried Felicity.

"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. Judy isn't a good reader and she can't spell AT ALL, but you
can't stick her in arithmetic as far as she went herself.