"
retorted Felicity.

"Oh, dear me, I do wish you wouldn't all say such sarcastic things to
each other," said poor Cecily plaintively. "It sounds so horrid the last
night of the old year. Dear knows where we'll all be this night next
year. Peter, it's your turn."

"I will try," wrote Peter, "to say my prayers every night regular, and
not twice one night because I don't expect to have time the next,--like
I did the night before the party," he added.

"I s'pose you never said your prayers until we got you to go to church,"
said Felicity--who had had no hand in inducing Peter to go to church,
but had stoutly opposed it, as recorded in the first volume of our
family history.

"I did, too," said Peter. "Aunt Jane taught me to say my prayers. Ma
hadn't time, being as father had run away; ma had to wash at night same
as in day-time."

"I shall learn to cook," wrote the Story Girl, frowning.

"You'd better resolve not to make puddings of--" began Felicity, then
stopped as suddenly as if she had bitten off the rest of her sentence
and swallowed it. Cecily had nudged her, so she had probably remembered
the Story Girl's threat that she would never tell another story if she
was ever twitted with the pudding she had made from sawdust. But we all
knew what Felicity had started to say and the Story Girl dealt her a
most uncousinly glance.

"I will not cry because mother won't starch my aprons," wrote Sara Ray.

"Better resolve not to cry about anything," said Dan kindly.

Sara Ray shook her head forlornly.

"That would be too hard to keep. There are times when I HAVE to cry.
It's a relief."

"Not to the folks who have to hear you," muttered Dan aside to Cecily.

"Oh, hush," whispered Cecily back. "Don't go and hurt her feelings the
last night of the old year. Is it my turn again? Well, I'll resolve not
to worry because my hair is not curly. But, oh, I'll never be able to
help wishing it was."

"Why don't you curl it as you used to do, then?" asked Dan.

"You know very well that I've never put my hair up in curl papers since
the time Peter was dying of the measles," said Cecily reproachfully. "I
resolved then I wouldn't because I wasn't sure it was quite right."

"I will keep my finger-nails neat and clean," I wrote. "There, that's
four resolutions. I'm not going to make any more. Four's enough."

"I shall always think twice before I speak," wrote Felix.

"That's an awful waste of time," commented Dan, "but I guess