`` Aunt Jane taught me to say my prayers . Ma had n't time , being as father had run away ; ma had to wash at night same as in day-time . '' `` I shall learn to cook , '' wrote the Story Girl , frowning . `` You 'd better resolve not to make puddings of -- '' began Felicity , then stopped as suddenly as if she had bitten off the rest of her sentence and swallowed it . Cecily had nudged her , so she had probably remembered the Story Girl 's threat that she would never tell another story if she was ever twitted with the pudding she had made from sawdust . But we all knew what Felicity had started to say and the Story Girl dealt her a most uncousinly glance . `` I will not cry because mother wo n't starch my aprons , '' wrote Sara Ray . `` Better resolve not to cry about anything , '' said Dan kindly . Sara Ray shook her head forlornly . `` That would be too hard to keep . There are times when I HAVE to cry . It 's a relief . '' `` Not to the folks who have to hear you , '' muttered Dan aside to Cecily . `` Oh , hush , '' whispered Cecily back . `` Do n't go and hurt her feelings the last night of the old year . Is it my turn again ? Well , I 'll resolve not to worry because my hair is not curly . But , oh , I 'll never be able to help wishing it was . '' `` Why do n't you curl it as you used to do , then ? '' asked Dan .
`` You know very well that I 've never put my hair up in curl papers since the time Peter was dying of the measles , '' said XXXXX reproachfully .
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