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. I’d never be able to do those compound multiplication sums the teacher gives us to do at home every night if I didn’t get Judy Pineau to help me. Judy isn’t a good reader and she can’t spell AT ALL, but you can’t stick her in arithmetic as far as she went herself. I feel sure,” concluded poor Sara, in a hopeless tone, “that I’ll NEVER be able to understand compound multiplication.”
“‘Multiplication is vexation,
Division is as bad,
The rule of three perplexes me,
And fractions drive me mad,’”