“Goodness, do you want to be sick?” demanded Felix in astonishment.
“It makes a person important,” explained Sara Ray.
“I am going to try to improve my mind by reading good books and listening to older people,” wrote Cecily.
“You got that out of the Sunday School paper,” cried Felicity.
“It doesn’t matter where I got it,” said Cecily with dignity. “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.”