The stars came out over the white glens and the earth was covered with a kingly carpet for the feet of the young year to press.
"I'm so glad the snow came," said the Story Girl.

"If it hadn't the New Year would have seemed just as dingy and worn out as the old.

There's something very solemn about the idea of a New Year, isn't there?
Just think of three hundred and sixty-five whole days, with not a thing happened in them yet." "I don't suppose anything very wonderful will happen in them," said Felix pessimistically.

To Felix, just then, life was flat, stale and unprofitable because it was his turn to go home with Sara Ray.
"It makes me a little frightened to think of all that may happen in them," said Cecily.

"Miss Marwood says it is what we put into a year, not what we get out of it, that counts at last." "I'm always glad to see a New Year," said the Story Girl.