“And then pin them up on our bedroom walls, where we’ll see them every day,” suggested the Story Girl, “and every time we break a resolution we must put a cross opposite it. That will show us what progress we are making, as well as make us ashamed if we have too many crosses.”
“And let’s have a Roll of Honour in Our Magazine,” suggested Felix, “and every month we’ll publish the names of those who keep their resolutions perfect.”
“I think it’s all nonsense,” said Felicity. But she joined our circle around the table, though she sat for a long time with a blank sheet before her.
“Let’s each make a resolution in turn,” I said. “I’ll lead off.”
And, recalling with shame certain unpleasant differences of opinion I had lately had with Felicity, I wrote down in my best hand,
“I shall try to keep my temper always.”
“You’d better,” said Felicity tactfully.
It was Dan’s turn next.
“I can’t think of anything to start with,” he said, gnawing his penholder fiercely.
“You might make a resolution not to eat poison berries,” suggested Felicity.