On New Year 's Eve we were all together in Uncle Alec 's kitchen , which was tacitly given over to our revels during the winter evenings . The Story Girl and Peter were there , of course , and Sara Ray 's mother had allowed her to come up on condition that she should be home by eight sharp . Cecily was glad to see her , but the boys never hailed her arrival with over-much delight , because , since the dark began to come down early , Aunt Janet always made one of us walk down home with her . We hated this , because Sara Ray was always so maddeningly self-conscious of having an escort . We knew perfectly well that next day in school she would tell her chums as a `` dead '' secret that `` So-and-So King saw her home '' from the hill farm the night before . Now , seeing a young lady home from choice , and being sent home with her by your aunt or mother are two entirely different things , and we thought Sara Ray ought to have sense enough to know it . Outside there was a vivid rose of sunset behind the cold hills of fir , and the long reaches of snowy fields glowed fairily pink in the western light . The drifts along the edges of the meadows and down the lane looked as if a series of breaking waves had , by the lifting of a magician 's wand , been suddenly transformed into marble , even to their toppling curls of foam . Slowly the splendour died , giving place to the mystic beauty of a winter twilight when the moon is rising . The hollow sky was a cup of blue . The stars came out over the white glens and the earth was covered with a kingly carpet for the feet of the young year to press . `` I 'm so glad the snow came , '' said the Story Girl . `` If it had n't the New Year would have seemed just as dingy and worn out as the old . There 's something very solemn about the idea of a New Year , is n't there ? Just think of three hundred and sixty-five whole days , with not a thing happened in them yet . '' `` I do n't suppose anything very wonderful will happen in them , '' said Felix pessimistically . To Felix , just then , life was flat , stale and unprofitable because it was his turn to go home with Sara Ray . `` It makes me a little frightened to think of all that may happen in them , '' said Cecily . `` Miss Marwood says it is what we put into a year , not what we get out of it , that counts at last . '' `` I 'm always glad to see a New Year , '' said the Story Girl .
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