you'll need
to if you're always going to say what you think."

"I'm going to stop with three," said Peter.

"I will have all the good times I can," wrote the Story Girl.

"THAT'S what I call sensible," said Dan.

"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. It was one of those nights on which one
might fall asleep and dream happy dreams of gardens of mirth and
song, feeling all the while through one's sleep the soft splendour and
radiance of the white moon-world outside, as one hears soft, far-away
music sounding through the thoughts and words that are born of it.

As a matter of fact, however, Cecily dreamed that night that she saw
three full moons in the sky, and wakened up crying with the horror of
it.

CHAPTER V. THE FIRST NUMBER OF "OUR MAGAZINE"

The first number of Our Magazine was ready on New Year's Day, and we
read it that evening in the kitchen. All our staff had worked nobly and
we were enormously proud of the result, although Dan still continued
to scoff at a paper that wasn't printed. The Story Girl and I read it
turnabout while the others, except Felix, ate apples. It opened with a
short

EDITORIAL

With