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."