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.