"The main thing is to keep it." "It's your turn, Felicity," I said.
Felicity tossed her beautiful golden head.
"I told you I wasn't going to make any resolutions.

Go on yourself." "I shall always study my grammar lesson," I wrote--I, who loathed grammar with a deadly loathing.
"I hate grammar too," sighed Sara Ray.

"It seems so unimportant." Sara was rather fond of a big word, but did not always get hold of the right one.

I rather suspected that in the above instance she really meant uninteresting.
"I won't get mad at Felicity, if I can help it," wrote Dan.
"I'm sure I never do anything to make you mad," exclaimed Felicity.
"I don't think it's polite to make resolutions about your sisters," said Peter.
"He can't keep it anyway," scoffed Felicity.

"He's got such an awful temper." "It's a family failing," flashed Dan, breaking his resolution ere the ink on it was dry.
"There you go," taunted Felicity.
"I'll work all my arithmetic problems without any help," scribbled Felix.
"I wish I could resolve that, too," sighed Sara Ray, "but it wouldn't be any use.